DUNGEONS & DRAGONS

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Jessup, Jimboslice, Makadelic

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Oxide, this is Mongoose seven
We are two mikes from home plate
Under heavy fire
Requesting any reinforcements you got, over
Oxide, do you copy
316 is getting aggressive
What is your location
I repeat, 316 is getting aggressive

Yeah, my wrist is on 32 degrees
Look at me
We done came a long way from EBTs
On my knees praying to God for, everything we need
Saying please for Lebrons or
Bringin' back the ones who R.I.P in my dreams
I see the people that I used to love, but it seems
When I wake up they floatin' up above spreading wings
To cope with shit I dabbled into drugs and some drinks
I don't like smoking green
But I hope heaven sings, and I hope heaven sees
I'm looking back, gotta pay them back for what they did for me
And I'm gon' stay wrapped, never catch me lackin
Protect my family tree
Cause they gave me that, and I'm givin' back
Gotta make my legacy, rest in peace, yeah
But if there's a new task, I might undertake her
Save that for later
I hit it from the back, that's why she call me Mater
Cause she back that thang up
Without no rear view mirrors, so I feel her
Lost some people, I'm still hurt
Through the pain, yeah I still work
Niggas copy, they steal work
Keep it real 'fore the steel work
I like my girls independent
Don't need a man, and she still twerk
Knew this girl from Arkansas
She had a man and she still flirt
We can switch it to the next scene
I just had to keep it real first

Jimbo the bro, so you already know
That I had to keep it a hunnid
So many shots in my city, the shit got switch
It sound like it's drummin
Top of the morning, flight out in New York
Then I got one out in London
All of my niggas some dragons
Cause we really came out the dungeon
Really turned nothing into something
Led the way like Harriet Tubman
I do this shit for my cousin
I do it for Melody, Lyrica, Marie, I can name another dozen
My family knows that I love them
They know I gotta be something
Jessup he hand me the track and I beat this shit up
I might leave a concussion
Hop in the booth for a minute
And I spit the verse and I leave like it's nothing
I want my wife to be black but until then
I'm fucking these bitches that's Russian
But I gotta chill, cause my children listening
So I gotta stop all the cussing
All I want to know is what I had to do
Pop at the party and all you hearing is cameras shootin
I threw a pass to my brodie, I feel like Cameron Newton
I put my life on the line, I call that an alley oop
I told my bro to just talk it out but he'd rather shoot
I made a list of all kinds of things that I'd rather do
I tried to change up his life and switch up his attitude
I got him off of the block, he back on the avenue
I got him off of that crack, he back on that crack again
We took some time off but now all my dawgs is back again
I broke a brick with my fist, just like like Jackie Chan
I broke a brick with my fist, I feel like I'm Jackie Chan

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