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to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me
Knocking doors down, showing parts of rhyme
Knocking doors down, showing parts of rhyme
Okay
Aye, this just the mixtape right
This ain't the album no
Hehe
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
friends, sad
I'm counting up multiple things including money
I saw all my middle school friends go below me
I saw my album get 10k, remember the four in 2018
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
Tearin' down the 5, push-to-start, fuck a roll-up
Gateway bois, yeah, you know it's live when we pull up
Straight from Russia with the K, she's
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
meet a K
Talking shit, you better bump it down before you meet your final date
Bitch, I'll have the final say, bitch, I gotta finer bae
Yeah, I had
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
you for being a friend
Dogs for life, and you rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came the the Chi' (what)
I was
down on gravestones (gravestones)
Rage mode in my DNA code
Yeah (yeah), put on my armor, gettin' started
You see karma hittin' hard as if armageddon
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
on) U.K. (come on) come on down!
New Orleans (come on) Little Rock (come on) B-More (come on) come on down!
Memphis (come on) Utah (come on) Jersey
This album was funded with dope money
Play me some pimpin, man
Y'all about to witness, One of 208's
Baddest motherfuckers around here
Now I'd like
by the name of Yung B
I keep me a choppa so niqqa don't try me. Ouu
Pop me a perc & a bean
I don't sleep so I feel like a dream
Smokin' down weed while
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody want to
try Kim
y'all
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