Midtown Mansa Musa (feat. Joel Bleu)
Snick Foley
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Niggas must be joking, smoking, something potent Doping, if they think I'll miss my shot they left me open Hoping, that the losses in this game would leave me broken Asked, is you kay? Now they hate they let this bloke in Strong under pressure adversity's where the GOATs win I spray and I pray, then I stay with a bae, then think I'm repping Oakland Do the math, ahead of the curve, this where ya slope end True crew, rolled thru, with Bleu, look like I'm loccin' Ayo I'm gun toting, lung smoking, leaving bitches soaking Drop so many hooks and punchlines, huh, this beat is swollen Got a call from SNICK about a pick 6, told him I'm open So I caught the pass and in the same motion begins the floating Way over niggas heads, wouldn't get it if it was spoken This lead'll leave you dead in your babies arms like you Logan I'm a big baller nigga, my presence feel like I'm bowling You only here to add some diversity, you's a token, nigga There's winners and there's losers Ya cards ain't tailored fitted hope it suits ya Scary sights ain't leave me frozen no Medusa Make my riches spread the wealth like Mansa Musa (Yeah) Look. Can't take it with you, how much gold can you hold? Could never take my soul, never fold, ever bold From NYC, to Timbuktu Reach for the world, in my hands, til it end up true Sometimes I like to think that I am better than the rest But I digress cause after I ingest these rappers I get sleepy So I just take a nap, but I wake up feeling like crap Cause what the f*ck was in those w(raps) my nigga, must of been some feces But that would mean I'm full of shit and that just can't be true Cause I just shitted on these dudes, and my bad if it's kinda steamy See everything I drop is hot just like some buckshots You just a, boy meeting the world so that would make me Mr. Feenie, nigga Take these bitches to Topanga, read some shit that had me trippy Made some paper, went to post it, now these haters tryna stick me Feel like Fifty (Many men) wishing death (Pon me) (All the rest) gon' see (Put ya bets) on me (I'm shooting, better duck the clip) I told them bitches suck a dick (They tried to press they luck with shit) I knew they couldn't f*ck with it These flows we spit are celibate, you fragile fuckers delicate Ironic, how I'll have you, seeing heaven, for the hell of it There's winners and there's losers Ya cards ain't tailored fitted hope it suits ya Scary sights ain't leave me frozen no Medusa Make my riches spread the wealth like Mansa Musa (Yeah) Huh. Can't take it wit you, how much gold could you hold? Could never take my soul, never fold, ever bold From NYC, to Timbuktu Reach for the world, in my hands, till it end up true
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