Lyrics:
my shine yea
Won't let em do that, shawdy like to throw it back, no Kai Cenat she got a gyat
Like Dj Khaled got the keys just gotta check under
a badboy grime remix then just give me or Skepta the P, safe!
You hype too much, but I don't see you fight too much
That's why you're not liked too much
it's 350 if you want
Unless you want the remix pack but the re-whip punch like Jake
Yeh X 'n' Kruz
Full ones eighteens Z's and Q's
They only care what
and seek personal gain
Or maintain some type of pain
Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A.
Yo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle
hitter don't stumble or get defeated
You know you shocked the nation when they beg you for a remix
And this just to establish who's rising and who the king
books by Malcolm Nance
I yelled "Oh hell no!"
There's a problem with this schism
They got to you and not I need to do an intervention
I called my friend
TMI
Air
#NoBMI
You can ask Chip, I'm fire alie
Now I'm gonna reach for the sky
I don't do how they didn't wanna do it, I do it how they used
or blaze
They ain't smoking
I don't do the mid by kid, I hate choking
Focus, back to me, myself, I
Little room, dressing room
The kid remains fly
I'm doing
[DO OR DIE]
Smooth baby
Steady dippin'
For the muthafuckin' 9-3
But you don't hear me though
Straight everyday bangin'
Slangin' you know what I
because we
Don't know any of those people
Personally at best
They will offer bewildered
Cautious respect if
We give them coke followed quickly
By a polite
Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday
{Go ahead den}
"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
Raised by the streets, no father no big brother
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having
at your baby
Like troops and gats in Iraq do daily
So you can marginalize the way you portray me
But don't get Hollywood and try to play me
We could shoot
don't change the song
C'mon
Nothing but love
Yeah there was a party, many people came through
Standing on the wall, cause that's what I do
and try me. Really, really wish they would
Y'all don't stand a chance. Well y'all never really stood one
What's up (What)
What's up, what's up, what's good
a killer on heels where they do that?
'Cause she's stuck on my head like a DU-RAG
I'm done, past it, I'm through that
Chante burn 'em, but I say murk
than a Milian and Cannon
Love cost many things
Don't be fooled by no poster
Love got many claims to call in When shop close up
You want wedding rings
It's Johnny Cane on the beat bitch
Yeah man, This LowJack
Woo, big drip like the faucet running
Don't hit my line if you ain't talkin' money
All that
[Kadi]
Aiyyo, check this out, right here is Kadi
The man with the yellow hat and uhh
This track right here is by the motherfuckin Beatnuts aight?
nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin' a rhyme within
I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, a lot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what
the blues like Hill Street, or more news than Huey Lewis
Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey
Well this nigga don't play
Do yourself
and vexing
Me Cuz I engineered my illness like Medic
My H&K make this Machine vs Mann, man
They don't know I clap back
Put my cards up like gymnastics
that seed
Now I'mma take a little trip
To these radio stations
Grab them punk ass DJs
Wave guns in their faces
If they don’t play my shit
Then it’s
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