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SEPT'22
by DON'T MISS
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My shirt worn but my sleeve fixated
The stitches heal
Dreams boring and my sleep getting hazy
The fuck is real?
Loops torn but the heat still raising
I still feel lukewarm
Nast E. Beats still blading the fucking wheel
'Phew born and we just celebrated his first year
Newborn with his head too jaded to feel fear
Hoop scooring
Nigga they don't miss with the fucking ears
A few horns
Nast E. Beats give 'em something to fucking hear, nigga
Can I begin?
Niggas'll catch wins before niggas caught wind
If niggas could comprehend all the shit that we put in
You would see why I'm feeling like my pockets are too thin
Niggas metaphorically rich
I need this money in a literal sense
And I've been stacking my coins
I'm talking literal cents
I need the biggest piece of pie
Not a little percent
Aye Nast. E Beats bring in the horns make 'em listen again
I'm still here nigga
Cheers nigga
No longer revere niggas
We don't even hear niggas
See that blue and red?
It's not the Hilfiger
That's the patch up on the Nast E. Beats Kill Bill nigga
But here's the kill
Niggas still stuck in the loop
In an attempt to be a real nigga
Pill popping, gun playing
Goddamn chill nigga
Nast E. Beats turn up them horns and let 'em feel nigga
WK4L if you don't know us
I'm catching a vibe with a Virgo from California
Xay laying the vibes for when the record gotta slow up
And Nast E. in the field setting bombs for us to blow up
It's the track ripper, Jack flicker, off the black liquor
Got the wack niggas asking "Who the fuck is that nigga?"
I'm the sick fuck that'll end you niggas
And be like "Why would I try to offend you niggas?"
My shirt worn but my sleeve fixated
The stitches heal
Dreams boring and my sleep getting hazy
The fuck is real?
Loops torn but the heat still raising
I still feel lukewarm
Nast E. Beats still blading the fucking wheel
'Phew born and we just celebrated his first year
Newborn with his head too jaded to feel fear
Hoop scooring
Nigga they don't miss with the fucking ears
A few horns
Nast E. Beats give 'em something to fucking hear, nigga
Can I begin?
Niggas'll catch wins before niggas caught wind
If niggas could comprehend all the shit that we put in
You would see why I'm feeling like my pockets are too thin
Niggas metaphorically rich
I need this money in a literal sense
And I've been stacking my coins
I'm talking literal cents
I need the biggest piece of pie
Not a little percent
Aye Nast. E Beats bring in the horns make 'em listen again
I'm still here nigga
Cheers nigga
No longer revere niggas
We don't even hear niggas
See that blue and red?
It's not the Hilfiger
That's the patch up on the Nast E. Beats Kill Bill nigga
But here's the kill
Niggas still stuck in the loop
In an attempt to be a real nigga
Pill popping, gun playing
Goddamn chill nigga
Nast E. Beats turn up them horns and let 'em feel nigga
WK4L if you don't know us
I'm catching a vibe with a Virgo from California
Xay laying the vibes for when the record gotta slow up
And Nast E. in the field setting bombs for us to blow up
It's the track ripper, Jack flicker, off the black liquor
Got the wack niggas asking "Who the fuck is that nigga?"
I'm the sick fuck that'll end you niggas
And be like "Why would I try to offend you niggas?"
