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Shea Michael

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Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me
Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me
I know that all these motherfuckers on they burglary
But they won't even get the chance before I go and murder me
A piece of human meat but I'm so careful like a surgery
That all the cops be sleeping on that shit like it's a nursery and now you heard of me
Know I be shaking like a fucking addict
Every time I'm dropping you know that I'm causing traction
In the Burgh and CLT and I know that it's fucking tragic
Every time that I start rapping you always start fucking capping what's happening
It's time to get up and get back in action
I go and let the needle drop and then I hear that vinyl static
I go chill up on my deck and write this verse it's a habit
That every time I get my pen a hearse rolls up that you inhabit
And I'm so crazy like Charlie Manson
I take on every single beat until I'm up in a mansion
I remember all those girls they used tell me I'm handsome
And then I sat up in my room and pointing at me a handgun
Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me
Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me
I supply you with all of these lyrics I'm in the moment
Despite you not having the spirit for my goddamn component
But own it you only been feeling like you's just a proponent
Because you begging for forgiveness you ain't getting atonement
You pondering how I could do this shit I'm wandering
Inside my mind like every night and they said I was conjuring
That I was calling on the devil to come and f*ck up their summers
And grab my pillows come to smother little fucking boy wonder
All these people don't know shit bout my top five of factors
Cause my top five be some goats and your list loaded with actors
It don't matter your mind shattered don't act like you be battered
Cause I've been spit on got my ass beat don't make me the best rapper
What makes me better I got the fucking spirit in my lyrics
And you can hear it in my voice cause every time I prove I'm merit
Hope you fear it when you see me blowing up I'm not a terrorist
I'm a purist in the sport of life and hip hop I cherish it
Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me
Don't fight or front with me
Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury
While I got your homie burning to the third degree
So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

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