Lyrics:
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
more like GameCast
Now here's my brain blast
Someone that's coming for fame fast
All other rappers need name tags
I'm loading so fast that the game crash
I'm the sub-total of my ancestors
I carry their DNA
We are representatives of a long line of people
And we carried them around either with
still my baby
Several watches later, I still rock a Rollie (rock a Rollie)
I'm prayin' for the dead, I'm praying for my homies (rest in peace)
I sleep
out, like a gorilla
When I was tore, I figure my, out the house of mirrors
I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
I'm just there
rapper that's in this game
I swear I hate multiplayer
Been gone a bit now I'm back
I ain't no thong I ain't sniffing crack
Got heat like Trinidad
Probably
on the streets
This ain't living on the beach my feet exclusive to concrete
These rappers beyond meat I'm beyond beef chop chop
Cause I'm the motherfucking high
have to quit
Censor me how pussy
I’m an independent rapper bitch
& when the
Kids hear me spit
They fucking love
The fact I’m lit
& know that
I go savage
code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-11 rappers wave a white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just like before
I'm a warrior so
Went to war with the best and killed some of them bitches too (with the best)
Not just a rapper, I'm talented with that pistol too (that blrrrd)
I get
and i'm countin' my hunnids, them pink and blue faces
Sayin' that all of these rappers are trash, you don't got what it take jus to live and be famous
How
the Earth’ left by my speech
Left the underground exposed, but my heroes ain’t just J. Medeiros
But you wanna see me burn Drake by the stake, nah I’m straight
cootie in the chair, tical
You're all (Mary J., Yall)
I need (and Methical)
To get by
(Like sweet morning dew) yeah, yeah
(W-w-wild, I'm about
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Green J's got me floating away
Bright lights got me staying awake
Back then yeah I was alone
Smile on my face cause I'm coming home
Green J's got me
Bonds
I was with Barry from Simpson, shit
Stockin' bonds, talkin' funds
Clockin' money, the game a jungle
We playin' Jumanji, I'm in Jamaica
Jid
made me the hardest, connecting with artists
You touch me then burn it's like rubbing on carpets
I live by the sword I'm becoming the sharpest
I gotta
plate, you not a bread winner
I'm not a rapper either, I just learn fast
But now I won't stop 'til I got my boys flying first class
First off, who else do
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
Swizz a rapper fuck you, suck dick
I'm sicker than these rappers
Got a gun that'll? you rappers
? beast so hard? John Gotti you rappers
Kaseem Dean, mean
that I want you by text
I'm sick of your bullshit and lies
She give's me more headache than head
Il croyait pas en moi, je leur ai montré que je savais
They wanna be you
They wanna be cool
They wanna act rude
I’m sorry but this ain’t an interlude
Cus this been going on for too long
It’s about time
project
There's another thing I think you might enjoy
Yeah
It's like a meditation interlude in like a live concert at Madison Square Garden
Okay,
my DMs
Still a nigga can't fall
Rap is my only love
So imma take it to the top
Not gonna talk about how I'm better than your favorite rapper
(nuh,
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