Lyrics:
slow burners among the team
From all the dung under these dungarees
The version with swears is the one that's clean
Shitting on kids purge the game Rick
the version they wanted to see go and call me the snyder cut
I mean I just might erupt, all you dudes looking kinda sus
Got so many badges so whether these
Putting all this liquor in my cup
Sticking it hitting it
Finna be getting it
All this bread
Traded for all this head
I'm finna be needing all these meds
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
Cause this version got me swervin
K
This a right hand drive
On the side
Come alive
I can feel it
Its a vibe
On my wave
Its tsunami
Comin in im
these people eating out of your hand
It's been however many years you couldn't come with a plan
Instead you sit back n watch the fires expand
Tweeting
mindset
Or for that matter
Does a person pose a threat
I work hard for these connections
Stay connected like the internet
Oh yeah? Yeah...
That's word
the threat is all that they're seeing; Us vs Them takes on new meaning
And you know how this ends, so don't you dare laugh
Just a tragic anecdote by the next
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
(Uh)
I done seen these Ninjas moving on the block, You for or against me? (Which you is?)
My rhymes opiate like the rock these ninjas pebble to me
put my cards down and hit these..hot buttons
"-Matty?- it's matt let me ask you something mate
I just come from london you know we're meeting with
everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
want a new thing and now I'm stuck smelling food and chewing on the air
And I'll take comfort lying back, indulging in these vices
Loving love and living
lost but I'mma keep on swimmin' like I was Nemo
Every day is such a gift, such a present
Every second chance I get is like the new version of Blessings
I
watch them faces turn sour, simply hearing that word makes some of these
Cretons cower, man feel the power, to not be phased by any pussy phase of your
a studio and baby watch me cook
Recipe's up in my head ion need a book
Put me in a studio and baby watch me burn
I'm bout to educate these niggas they about
of NOTHING.
Purgatory?
Purge that story.
A: I could warn her, but I've been here many times before. She can only be saved by the hands of the person who
of NOTHING.
Purgatory?
Purge that story.
A: I could warn her, but I've been here many times before. She can only be saved by the hands of the person who
it arson
All these rappers looking like some food and I'm starving
But killing ain't the mission now I got a new target
Now I got my bullseye pointed
earn it
Hop on these beats
Then I preach like a sermon
Im dipped in holy water clean like detergent
Killed my old self transform to a new person
I'm
studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
thought was faking but listen to This new shit then we’ll see who’s the fake friend
(End of Chorus)
Sick of the lies,sick of the hate,why these racial
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