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The Homie Teez

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Niggas say they got pedigree
Really ain't no impressing me
They don't know what I go through to coocoo up in a mansion see
I been pressin for long
But destiny been prolonged
So i had to press every button till they realised it's on
I had to
Ask for way or pave one
Never had no paper
Begging bitches for money on the pavement, to phand' a rizla
I'm Really close to some of the baddest realest niggas
It's only natural end o' the day we all dealers
I do music they move yams, either way you're addicted
You play Teez and you dance, they help you get uplifted
So really they ain't no difference just a matter of depictions
And what kitchen you stem from when yo mama was bakin
You see my mama was cooked up when she was faded
Off the face of the earth, I watched her engulfing in flames
Imagine being under 8 and seeing that
My heart instantly turn black
But f*ck em all I'm the orphan who lost and then he climbed back
Right on this pony like a black man ain't supposed to
You get hate from other kaffirs, its funny how they try poach you
But when they need a blessing it's funny how they approach you
And swallow they pride till they choking up on their tracks too
Critics are tryna coach you
Like Homie Teez you need to do do this and dat dat dat
But I ain't finna, trust I got this in a body bag
Like yea we heard that you earning but where the money at?
Private restaurant eating like where yo mammie at?
You see yall niggas ain't focused on fundementals
I been Coppin your releases, you got basic instrumentals
Only basses touched by KassifiedNISo are good for me jo
If not, then I f*ck with Levelz
I want awards stacked up in my house like Caster's medals
Chad le Clos on the mothersuckers!! Swimmin in levels
Riky Rick on these little niggas, gyming with bezzels
And Im still killin business, dishin hits like I'm leornard
I came back from the back and they ain't expect it
In the back of the class they didn't know I was a legend
They used to call me a peasent, a pussy, waste of existence
But F*ck em
Now I'm buzzing, like your bitch feelin vibration
I'm coming
No bombaclat, No surprises expect it
I'm stunting
From The Cut, I survived it, check the business we running
Check the mammies we cuffing
Independently movin
I issue my own budgets
F*ck the broke and the moody, I'm really done with talking
Any direction we move in is forward
Only option
It's Hammertime, rest o' these MCs are side walking
Lip busted, they talk shit till they jaws lockin
But f*ck the talk , I make cake like a pakistan
In the hood with a caravahhn
Upgraded to uber bruh
We got pasos in different boulevards
Even bitches from Mars
Can't talk if I don't know who you are
Only converse with stars
Homie got hella shooters and buddha , ain't it irooonic
Any move that I make is me thinking ma bois gon ball
Get digits n get crystale
Get business up in the north
Get women and gettit all
Cause real niggas deserve it
And fuckboys gotta fall

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