D.R.A.K.E (feat. KHEGABEATZ)

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August Lionel

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Yes
Khega told me go crazy so that's what i'm doing
August Lionel baby
I'm gonna call this do right and kill everything
khega i'm going to do right and kill everything

Salute me like a general fear me like federal
When i spit these bars one word incredible
Devour beats like i'm starving Marvin
Swagging like i'm from Harlem
You hating niggaz beg my pardon
Not a dealer but you know i got that off white
F*ck flying couch all i want is first class flights
Tryna make momma proud that's one thing I promised
So much shit in my life i wanna accomplish
Take the good with the bad that's how it goes right
I'm still single moms asking why i ain't got no wife
Paranoia thoughts its hard to trust people lately
My attitude is like the mob f*ck you pay me
Don't like what i'm saying homie press next
But from the look in her eyes your bitch next
Causalities of war so let's settle the score
Yeah a nigga looking bummy  my bitch in Dior

And she rocking that Gucci straight outta the store
Khega lets go part two

Know my pops watching over me he proud of me
I missed death like twice he probably next to me
F*ck a writers block i spin the block i cannot stop
No need to be on top i just want my props
Everybody wanna ball and live the lavish life
But push come to shove could you pay that price
Quick to play gangster till you in a tight spot
Now they playing Tekashi blowing everybody spot
Niggaz quick to change ways like Dutch weather
That's why i roll solo i was raises clever
Not a so called real nigga i'm just me
Ain't been home since 09 my momma miss me
But i'm on a mission and i cannot stop
Till they place me next to Jay Em Big and Pac
G&T in my cup while i write my raps
F*ck being basic I ain't going back
Late night with your chick on the phone
When you who's that  just a friend you don't know
Late night with your bitch on the phone
When you who's that  just a friend you probably don't know

And your bitch be doing dumb shit on the low
Ain't my bad not my bad

I'm spitting these bars for the fun of it
Don't like what i'm saying nigga suck a dick
Oeps didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I got pride my shit stacked to the ceiling
Man i'm rich regardless paid or not
Know some old friends who wanna claim my spot
Jealous ones still envy to this day
They living in the past niggaz stuck in the same place
I'm pushing forward my tank on full
I'm a grown man i do what i gotta do
So many turned their back on me its all good
Like the rose from the concrete i'm all good
Rhymes falling out my pocket like loose change
One thing they cant say about me is that i change
Stuck to the street like gum under your feet
Nowadays i'm a pastor i practice what i preach

You know what it is baby
We out

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