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Jos3ph & Dead End Collective

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That man is dangerous
Tell me who's saving us, nobody claiming us, mm-mm
He higher than angel dust
Guess he ain't changed enough, baby I came for lust, mm-mm
That man is dangerous
Tell me who's saving us, nobody claiming us, mm-mm
He higher than angel dust
Guess he ain't changed enough, baby I came for lust, mm-mm

Check it, they better check in
Don't overstay your welcome in this hip-hop profession
I live off perspective, I live off my lessons
I live off the shit talking, pissed off the wreckage
Dissolve the message, is all the pressure
Confining me to push out the shit that these niggas can sing
And these bitches can scream and twerk to
Dear music I won't ever mean to hurt you
But they don't wanna feel the same power that birthed you
Just need something to get turned to, let the wood burn through
Everybody wanna vent the pressure, everybody wanna have a hit record
And for the record, record labels playing chess, not checkers
Uh, yeah, record labels playing chess, not checkers
Why they sign a little nigga, so reckless

Bitch it's rap or die, cause I seen my community get pasteurized
Half surprised that these little crackers went and strategized
Under our nose
Got us to quit now niggas huddled up at the Grove
No budget in stores with designer clothes
Deny our home, doubt our own
Every nigga wanna move to the hills, there's something wrong with that
We need to double back until we double that in the hood
Saw poverty first hand, I grew up in the wood
So let me tell you about it, gated community Parents thought it wouldn't ruin me
It was right outside, first time I saw a nigga shoot a piece
Darby Park pressing, escalating, kids playing around
Niggas started getting to it, another homie came around, laid him down
Never told the story till now
My life been wild, mama wouldn't be proud
But the fact I'm standing now, it's outstandingly wild
So how, can y'all not rock, how y'all stand in the crowd
The stand ins is loud, I mastered the sound
The God Spirit, get it twisted
Come with a gun, so big, God feel it
God fearing, but the flow is sounding like I'm God gifted
Y'all hear it, very clear with my image, haters not forgiven
But forgotten for sure
Period, run on sentences, ain't stopping the flow
I'm mopping the floor with rappers and trappers
We all alike, but when I'm on the mic
It's like all the stars aligned
They forgot I make them bleed, I'm tampons to a dyke
I start a fight with all the strongest boxers I might just win
All I need is a hit of good weed and some gin And I'm ready to sin
Hope I see all my niggas in the end

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