TLC (Intro) [feat. Theo Sentir]

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Ya told me to keep writin', ya told me to stay pissed
I know I should keep fightin' it isn't the same shit
Ya told me to keep writin'. Construction, don't ever rush it
A solid foundation, one hell of an introduction!
Ya told me to keep writin'
Patient and not complacent
Passion in every statement
Beyond the entertainment
'Cause this ain't bout a TV show, watches, and hoes
Just put me in the studio then lock it and close
Givin' my music nutrients, then watchin' it grow
They used to say who is this
Now they flockin' to shows
This is Sublimation. The Lyricists Creation
I ain't playin' games and if I was I'd put up 81
I will never fuckin' shut up and dribble
Scribble in my notebook. Leave my foes shook with my writtens
I won't back down just a little!
Lackin' facts, masked opinions
Broken system, packin' prisons
Lyrics bend the bars. Good riddance for a few and not a million
I find brilliance in resilience.
Voices amplified for all of those, capped and died
Unintended sacrifice. Get persistent with resistance
What a fucked up world we live in!
Wish I could impact it
Make a difference no subtraction
Seek addition

Yeah!
That nigga gassed that bitch!
Shit, "Never will I shut up and dribble!
Not even back down just a little!"
It feel good to feel good...
I got my, my nigga D in this bitch you feel me?
Aye!

I'm smokin' weed, that's disrespectful
Momma say I'm way too blatant
Hit my nigga Cinco for the pack and then go Super Saiyan
Niggas out here tryna rap and I'm like nigga whatchu sayin'?
They ain't loyal it depends. F*ck new friends
All my niggas dead or locked up in the pen
And them bitches just some fans
While every time a nigga free his mind they try to box him in
Your friends turn into your enemies in the end when you don't win
Dodgin' felonies and bangin' Lauryn Hill like come again
For a box of J's we vacuum seal it up and make them plays
For a box of weed they turn a nigga straight into a slave
And see the lid, trapped in a box, and just get high and fade away
They find that tree and you gon' hang
That Novocaine is for the pain
Like this weed can't heal us the whole nation drug dealin'
F*ck a trap, bitch I rap like this music be my painkillers
Smokin' when I wrote this shit. The realest shit I wrote this year
Look me at my soul, yeah! Ain't no fuckin' hole, yeah!
Know misery need company. Them cold feet turned to cold stares
Don't try me baby don't there. Don't play me like no role player
You know we a cold pair. Imma keep it soul player
I know you see me ballin' out and your homeboy get no air
I just need some more space. Turn my side on low air
Travel 'round the whole world. Tell me where to go, yeah!
I think this the right way. We just tryna make it there

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