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McKinley Dixon

McKinley Dixon (born October 28, 1995) is an American musician from Richmond, Virginia. more »

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Okay, so how this shit happen?
Yo ass is now rapping
I guess we can make that work
The money is stackin'
As long as you snapping
Okay, I guess this got perks
Your music got passion
Your story, yeah
I mean
I guess it does hurt
What if we made it a lil bit more
Think about it like this

You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gon' feel this
You know that, right?
You need some healing
This pain you concealing
There's so much more to life
I mean
You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gon' feel this
You know that, right?
This pain you concealing
You need so much healing
You prolly gon' pop this shit out overnight, my nigga

A nigga don't know God
But a nigga know blessings
Keep grams on side
In case a nigga try test it
'Cause we not fearing bullets
Fearing mama see us less and
If she do, then for now we really done learned our lessons
Brass knuckles with shards of broken home
A bludgeoning to your dome
My nigga not coming home
Ain't shit we can do about that
The mood's now
(Wait, wait, nigga we here, we here)
Ain't been too long since my homie got tookin
So for now
Only thing I'm fearing is mama's whoopings
Get your ass just for looking
Worried we not fast enough
And our prints become pages central to our stories bookend
Painting this picture
Sprayin' the easel
Yeah I know
My niggas ain't inherently evil
Frame the church then hang the preacher
Don't blame the hood
Really nigga, just save its peoples
I don't know, here we go
Thinking bout this scenario
Time for some reason, moving slow
Cruising blasting the stereo
I heard his mama here, you know
It'd be crazy if
(Nah, nah nah nah
Nigga you stupid for that one)

This shit ain't no movie my nigga
The block is so hot
It might scorch you my nigga
Them niggas on porches, my nigga
Got no problem blowing your torch out, my nigga
It'd be unfortunate
But think about it
What mama gon' get
If you a legend
Reppin from the heavens?
I'm just saying
Think about it like this

You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gone feel this
You know that, right?
You need some healing
This pain you concealing
There's so much more to life, I mean
You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gon' feel this
You know that right?
This pain you concealing
You need so much healing
You prolly gon' pop this shit out overnight

Where I'm at now, nigga it's crucial who (my nigga)
Move with me, wow, limp so unusual
Get down on self, then see rap so beautiful
Blow my deal money on lil nigga's funeral
(Ball out)
Whole block running through the streets
(Call out)
Chrome on the coffin, hearse hit the corner
(Fall out)
His dress shoes hit ground
Celebrating his life
Brought his ass back around
Now we hooting and hollering
Bein' loud and we bothering
Everyone around with the sounds of the following
Joyful hymnals packed with subliminals
To distract from the fact I'm without my kinfolk
Piecing together shit I did in my life
All this rapping, where was your ass on Linden that night?
Dogs chase my grams
'Cause she was about that life
So keep yo wits, lil nigga, Shepards do bite
Devil let me look so good
'Cause I feel so bad
Apologies, beloved
Not tryin' to act like dad
But this negro hair
Got me hooked on that
Same shit that'll make your ass go mad
Things bred up into this dread
Locked in the back
In case you ain't heard what I said
If I was really sad
I'd put this shit to my head, 'cause f*ck a double entendre
My nigga is

You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gon' feel this
You know that, right?
You not the realest
You know that, right?
They not gon' feel this
You know that, right?

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