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exactly what to tell you 'cept
We got 'em
We on the same team, when you lifting
Then I'm spotting
We're in it together, why you thinking everybody plotting

look at the haters, I'm waving
The storm I created you cannot evade it
Don't give a fuck what you saying and spraying
Cause I cannot hear 'em when they

blow, she want a home
Morgan been the same bitch, she ain't switch at all
Hasana got some feelings for me, she won't say it though
Got em' waiting, just

the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance

Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan

on Carlow
Been chased by a ghost whole time
Don't care Cuz we really good buds now
Hot tub water in my can
But I still puff
They like to rant
Let em be pissed

central boyz in the hood original gangstas all on my brain
From our earliest days this is the culture in which we was raised
Little bad snotty nose rowdy

can't help but spiral father
A goner
My mama always told me to diss 'em and prove wrong
But look at how we living the system be too strong
And judging by

Wait till we, wait till we
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Sold by chiefs to kings and queens, said to give 'em their crowns
Scared to teach their kids to swim

I been thuging from the start
Free the gang everyday they gotta fight a new charge
Nigga just face it back to the basics
Gotta go a little harder tell

pushed outta bounds
Arrived to a mansion that's surrounded by a compound
My fam saw me started crying I told them to calm down
God got me here to give you

keeping track
But I'm still on on track
I Got times for tracks
Lemme a spit a rap and get 'em gassed
Fighter starter, made peace karma
Everyday just seeking

of envelopes
Tampered up with your lettering
And when she come around
She walk around and just better things
She sing to me Sza
Boy she give me even better days

Ready for that
He's bout to be like his dad, Run away and never look Back
Another black seed Fertilized and raised by the Trap
Repeating the cycle of mass

to the hip hop
Give me your best shot, you ain't got, what I got
I'm so sick I make the beat rot
My flows writhe like maggots
They're growin' phatter
I'm

Emotions are running high
But I keep it low key everyday see me getting fly
And I aint got time for no bitches
I cut em all off you can say they got

em go crazy
Feeling tempted by the unseen dangers, stirring madness up in his eyes
When he walked away, became a bird of prey, it was a blessing in

see me arrive
Scene been killed but the sin seems tight
I do alot of inner fight made me heal sight
Give a little more days If you feelin' okay
Minimum

give me a second
Now I’m boutta send ‘em to Heaven
I dust the page up on the 7th
Turn your whole teams head in, ya leaden
And fuck nah – Turn it up to 11

them by their word now
Never pay em cos their payed wage
Ain't gonna ever reach the bitch it earned now
Better try and find a girl now
But these bitches

leaving everyone surprised
When they looking at the crib or seeing what I drive
Or they looking at that pretty little mami by my side
Like fuck your

Take me back to a time before rhythm and rhyme
Took up all of my time
Give me nickels and dimes, remember
Me and you, we'd buy Charleston Chews
Wear

nothing G
Imma solve my boredom elsewhere
By writing good raps
Homie this is self-care
Look
I'm a hip-hop pastor
Preaching the end of days and visions

blessed
Holy water dripping off the neck
Button down you can tell by the slacks
I'm here to impress
She throwing it back
She making it clap all for

they don't know
That I can see it on there face
They thinking of ways
To get rid of me
Little do they know
I'll make em crawl back
Like a centipede