Lyrics:
his own trap, they'll call it practice
Call the fiends patients when it's active, eeh
And he can sweep the whole block up
Licenses is fully legal, I
thang
Still gettin money ain't a lane change
Mindset high I cannot fall
Pop another perc like they on call
Slid in on a licc yah need it all
Hard times
Evolution in simple terms its revellutions
Keep it focused up that noticed up that resolution
Distribution hit the booth and keep it moving
Open
still gon' play her feelings like a scrimmage
I feel like Kenny behind any beat, I'ma kill it so, pick it
New designer from the distribution
I don't gotta
pride
They disloyal
They won't ride
They won't ride
X-men they
Call me gambit
Cuz my pen
The hottest shit
I been living
In demand
Distribution publishing
V1,
I’m here to start a Revolution.
40 acres and a mule, that’s the start of my restitution.
Finger fuck a white girl, call it, retribution.
Young
Before I pray for the forgiveness, I figured I better sin some more
Sinning with flavour I guess you could call me a connoisseur
I'm conning sewers
this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal
the compliments
500k on spotify that's my accomplishments
I did this shit without a budget
Them labels calling distribution bet be in the subject
I really do this
Only girls dey your mental
We nya slow pɛ then you blame me
I've been doing all the fucking work
Designing to distribution
I do the fucking best
I write
why the fuck should we care
About your marketing and distribution, we will start a revolution
Artists signing deals, sell their souls, it's legal
work with ops
Imma top boss
Making top dawg calls
While yall fall off
They callin me a work of art
Posted on the wall tall camera raw boss
Imma show off
Convoluted distributions make it past our third eye
The third try, you lost your charm,
you paid the cost, but what's the price?
Was it worth your
dopamine
I just need some dopamine
Waking up it's eight O'clock in the AM
The nine to five calls my name no time to stay in
I need that check but I'm really
to tame the soul to be brave
Be yourself in the darkest spirts the same
Lyrical peace some call it silence ,
Miracle paradise, roll the dice
Inch by inch I
millions
But thats not what I call rich
Once I told my mom this
You are not my mom bitch
You stole me from my family
Fed me from the wrong tits
Please
for President
and once was a member of the Klan
wouldn't you call me on it
the way I call you on Farrakhan
And Pontiff, pretty Pontiff
can anyone
no mans protected
To each is own, grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every
uniform, can't wait to see it on you
I wanna see you in that uniform, its gon look fine on you
[Chorus]
We gon be stuntin in my white tee
You don't need
Id love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
you've got to get up, you've got to get up, you've got to get up
in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to de la Hoya
Call my lawyer, don't even ask me
Nigga, I came fashionably late, her style was Conde nasty
revolution what ya'll rappers call 16 Barz I call pollution so fuck you and your distribution
I'm the self mad dollar blue colar rockwilder
Yes I weigh more
call me up, all on nuts
Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks
Sippin' on Dom Perigion
Five, six songs and my ass is gone
Made a wrong catch or tone, grab
Have you been touched
By the spirit of the land?
From a far away call
Into the palm of your hand
It's inside every woman
And it's inside every man
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