Wasn't used to taking orders if I'm rude, my apologies I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist More money, more problems That's a tough pill to swallow If you ain't about that shit that you be talkin' Three holes in his head, bowling balled him, who's brawling? Nah You calling God, but shit me too, so he gotta hear one of us I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you wanna Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner Please show me my opponent You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus One-one, two shots, that's a bonus Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior Nigga I been hungry, for a time I was homeless I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment Atonement in my tone Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging Voices in my head and then I go record it I've been ordered by the Lord Kill the beat, beat the dead horse Ill swordsman, sportsmanship, that's horseshit, copious corpses Outsourcing for resources You got a gun, we got assortments They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless (Nigga raise your voice) Raise your voice niggas Show some love nigga, stop being a bitch nigga, show some love Folk feel like they gotta be offensive (ha ha, I got his ass) To be able to get their point across (uh, uh yeah) Feel like they gotta go at foe neck to get their point across (f*ck shit up) But guess what, there's a way, you know what I'm sayin'? (Alright hold on) There's an effective conflict, you know what I'm sayin'? Let the machine, uh shit whoa (yeah) Let the machine go, uh Let the-, yeah let that shit, oh (look) Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator Don C alligator A lot of rappers they just imaginative, exaggerators Box landed, take them packs and put 'em on the calculator Weigh it up and stash it bro, I'm coming back to bag it later (I be baggin') That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later (uh-huh) Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her Got the bags so if come to that, trust me I have the paper But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her (not at all) Yeah, I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers Ain't no silverware in the trap, f*ck it grab a hanger Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state That's a fact, check the stats and data I was deep in them trenches Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's peakin' their interest Dawg caught a body L-I-F-E was the sentence He gave his life to God, seeking repentance (talk to 'em) Yeah (Open your heart I'm waiting there) (Just for you)
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