The Reverse Will

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Neighborhood Shares

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Is it early is it late
I don't know I can't tell
Major Pains Damon Wayans
Picket fence settle down
Take your mind off that
Just sign the release form
Room service deliver
What I sent for
Lost in the cell
With my ship going down
Put that message in a bottle
Hope it reach you
Long days
Hard times they about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob Barker tell them what the price is
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before your blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before your blow is where the real hype is
Yeah
I been called everything
From fat cat to lab rat
Try to cut deep
You can take a stab at it
Laugh at myself when I'm
Savage in traffic
Like opening mystery packs of
Magic the Gathering
Unpredictable
Catch me blabbering
Like Scotty Rock off espresso
Blood vessels pumping like
Levels on the threshold
Bless em with my dress code
Rigging at the Expo
Shout out to Expo
Accept no less
I say in jest
Grass greener than a chief sesh
Lake Jocassee where my feet rest
Dream of meeting Kurosawa
Copped this beat off Yamaoka
Doubt me to be unsoundly
I ring bells resounding
Neighborhood Shares
Now within your county
And growing or bound to be
Keep your outlook focused
On the lookout to see
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before your blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before your blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Done forgot my lyrics
Because that album was a throwaway holmes
Done so much dirt in the street
I had to throw away phones
Moved in your crib, burnt it out
That's a throwaway home
Let's be clear, I make careers disappear
Quicker than Robot Jones
Man your album should be titled
Scotty Rock presents Attack of the Clones
Bitch please, emcees bit my style and steeze
I can't respect my elder, dog
Because he's a child to me
Write your name on the wall and get defiled for free
Take a look and you will see
A bunch of Scotty Rock Juniors
I'm the one they want to be
You can cop swag, but my style ain't free
Let's collab, I'll put your face on a tee
Man I ball until I'm out of bounds
Shoot until I'm out of rounds
All my exes moved out of town
I get paid to f*ck the bearded lady
Because the circus ran out of clowns
Gold mouth Scotty definition of the south
I just took a piss and I see Casamigos coming out
We got real chem dog
Man I thought it was a drought
I got classics on my hard drive
Is your album coming out
Bite my swag, not paying homage
What is that shit all about
King's disease
Hard to move when you're suffering from gout
Everybody hit that bitch
You know this Neighborhood Shares
F*ck the rap game
I can't get money with squares
When it was time to ride
You were always scared
We were outside, you were never there
I get money anywhere
What's the difference between me and you clowns
It's when I sit down I make a throne out of any chair
Dying before you blow is where the real hype is
Yeah, it's where the real hype is
Dying before your blow is where the real hype is
Yeah

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