The Book (feat. Psyck)

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3 minutes to launch don’t give a squanch
Got Morty like Rick talking shit in my taunts
Gentlemen Only been only my lonely
Chilling on islands Bahamas and Coney
Blu is my homies white got me going
Next on the roster it’s real when you’re moaning
Turn off location you won’t see my zoning
Always been me I ain’t ever been phony
Rock in my ear none you niggas can hold me
Pass me that shit like you dishing a Spalding
Shots of tequila these people keep folding
Never reveal all the cards that your holding
Give out advice might go into consulting
Yes I will shoot if your fist dare assault me
Yes it will pop if your words feel insulting
Stay with my Glock and I won’t be defaulting
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book, Aye
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book, Aye
Got bars but no Xannies I stick all my landings
Sometimes I go rougue, but I like when I’m planning
I come off demanding my presence commanding
My tolerance high cause my chakra outstanding
Bitch why you lazy I’ll leave your ass standing
Take off and grow, I stay up, I’m not landing
Keep me a new bitch they say I’m enchanting
I got hella pull like you fucked up your hamstring
Terrible pull makes you wanna relax
I don’t believe shit til I get all the facts
Got MK11 I’m feeling like Jax
I have to be crazy it’s what I attract
I hit the big apple I’m pro with my Mac
Lieutenant like Johnny I’m bringing the Gat
I scare the “ypipo” like what’s up with that
I’m 6’1 and manly they scared cause I’m black
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book, Aye
I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games
I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games
The Phantom is matted, She got my name tatted
Say what I think and my words come out jagged
Your eggs in one basket, my team we be passing
I stay at Mean Green like I’m Joe I stay gassing
I’m named after Christ and you’re missing your passion
Post that thirst trap with that deep meaning caption
Don’t like to talk I’m like more bout my action
If your dead weight then I must be subtracting
My money stay up cause the government taxing
Roll up the 20 I’m hitting that Jackson
Always alert so you won’t catch me lacking
Eye for an Eye got me feeling like captain
Talk way to much and you always be cappin
Always pull out I stay quick with extraction
This is that real nigga flow, this the adaption
Saint in the game and my name gaining traction
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book
I wrote the fucking book, Aye
I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games
I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games

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