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say, "Sure, fine"
They say my mind is a goldmine, I say, "No shit," I say, "No lie"
I'm on my shit, in control Slime, I'm on my shit, I control mine
I

Man niggas be cappin about shit I don't even understand
Why you gotta lie, it ain no reason to lie just keep it real
Why you can't hold a nigga down

bricks
Tell them little motherfuckers that they had their fucking chance, and they blew that shit
And they blew that shit
I don't look up at the sky no

Marvin

Raekwon

The Wild

2017

This little boy quickly became a man
From blowing in his father's church
To making his own band
Called the Moonglows
Sensational with his vocals

pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
And got no

now
Had to start from ten just like that countdown
We go 24 by 7
Hardly any rhythm
I can't fathom how these suckas fuckin up the system
You can't take

the start

I can tell by how you walk that you ain't got no gun
You don't wanna war wit us, my youngins shoot for fun
Pocket full of bands, safe, they say I

just chasing these bands
Taxers? Get hit with finesses and counties boy you cannot get me
No I ain't friendly please do not tempt me
Little freak bitch

spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood

Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up

you to his car
Wait for it not to start
Then have to hear him sing
And play acoustic guitar
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Hell no, ahh, ahhh, ahhh

It's in Omaha

Contemplating reasons not to pick me up a pole
Tears on my face wonder why I do the most
Ion give a fuck bout no one but me
Brass knuckles on me and an all white

Uh, yeah i hear these niggas just rappin'
I'm jewelry diamond, I'm ganged out
My niggas don't do no talkin'
Y'all niggas giving them names out
I'm

bout my paper
Drop a foreign when im mad
I don't do no interviews
What I look going to vlad
Brodie keep on buying drums
Like they tryna start a band

Ha no one's gonna pay shit for my dumb ass
Antiques road show said pay us, we'll pass
I'm a fucker take a class
You don't like what you hear think fast

Yeah, too bad we ending
I've been one of them don't play with me
Got brass in these guns ain't no symphony
I had to stay down the whip is push to start

just trying ​to​ win
I can't take it no more no more
Working like a dog but the ​bills won't stop
​Prayed so hard tryna reach that top
Start to get ahead

this shit is too vanilla
I might get a blondie
Yeah I'm writing rhymes
And I ain't even got no food inside my stomach
Brain saying I need some
'Bout

ground keep shaking
Always on the next step, Sektor and West, they shaping
Me to be the product
I know I'm the start up
I don't need no back up
Sol's about

and the shhh
Pusher start, then we on
No looking back, we going back home
Yeah
If my life was a movie, Fast & Furious
Shit when I drive, my last name Pierce,

hustling makin it flip
Young nigga fallin in love with the band life
Stand for your shit but make sure that you stand right
Don't wanna move fast I just wan

hands
I don't got no bitches, I don't got no bands
But you gon' be the one whose sitting in the stands

This for Koa man you already know I got the flute

Driveway long better drop your
Shit in four low
No trespassing unless you like
Dodging that brass, boy
You messing with the man digging
Graves with a backhoe

don't need no nigga now and I ain't need 'em then 

Yeah, I don't got no need for shit
All my needs is met
Always knew it'd come to this (always)

Bugging on how we put out your spark
We separate the heat from corny shit and kept it apart
Step on a dart, spit will test the rest of your heart
No rest