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ALL PRAISE!
02:08
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take a step back and look at from distance you figure out
Who really with it and who do you crop out the picture now
too many problems for doctor to show up and fix it now
Too many split of the Dutches and cup of liquor down
Look to the sky like my god please sit me down
Least make it holy water for you watch a nigga drown
The vision departed its far from 1 to 1 depiction now
Theories evolve into non fiction when it’s figured out
And we done got it figured out
Fuck the industry im indie go and cop that digi- album for the dime
One time for ya slime
On time for ya mind
Tryna find some peace in mine
Fuck it if we eat it’s fine
Life is all to each his own
Up to you to keep ya soul sometimes
People fuck around and let the reaper hold it
Ionno too much now
All i know in clutch time ima sink it
Putting numbers on the board for team sunshine
take a step back and look at from distance you figure out
Who really with it and who do you crop out the picture now
too many problems for doctor to show up and fix it now
Too many split of the Dutches and cup of liquor down
Look to the sky like my god please sit me down
Least make it holy water for you watch a nigga drown in it
Hands up to the sky i been reaching for beyond x2
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2REAL
01:48
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too real in world full of fake shit
to up in a world full of basement
new money threads vintage when im laced in em
in the crib stone washed tryna fade denims
hit the corner look right watch the shades glimmer
ima a fresh nigga
clean face killa
having checks having stripes baby what we on
i been tryn talk to top get em on the phone
i been posted up w ET’s phone home
but the phone DND when the songs on
they was hating on the team now them niggas clones
they be watching all the moves get these niggas drones
desperado silhouette against the night moon
when it’s chopped w the soul that’s right mood
if she watching all my weed than i might groove
we was tryna start a wave made it monsoon
headphones and a mic in a locked room
w a cup and a blunt cooking pop toons
if they said they aint inspired then it’s not true
if they talking number ones then it’s not you
just fact
they be all for the gimmicks nigga just rap
they be all w the excuses nah it’s just whack
i be cooking up for me i know my shit slap
if i drop the lo you know the hoes fenna dispatch
if i drop the codes good as gold make that shit crack
if i drop the code im dropping gems nigga type em in
money glitch
god forgive my sins ima try again
yea
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OK?!
01:12
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I’m in this bitch I’m levitating off the za round the way where i stay everybody puff lah she like
You old dirty bastard gone hit it raw ok
She work of art i had to pin her to the wall ok
I’m at a loss ok
Why you rapping bout some shit you ain’t involved ok
You not a shooter at all can’t even ball ok
Author Morgan the gold plated revolver bang
Who are y’all today
Ok food on the plate Ok
sittin round broke that aint ok you grown
but live and die by the pape that aint ok
cmon this piece of paper it can’t
repair that pain ok
that pain came from metaphysical plane
ok plain and simple — simple and plain ok sick of the fakes so fate seems to be taking the reigns ok
follow the current baby leadin the wave ok
ohhhh
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GOLD CASIO
01:42
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Look at mamas boy all hair long skin glowing
Big stepper tip toe-ing never been the wave way this shit going they better behave cause with this motion
I could dig you niggas graves in a swift motion
I can take a rapper fans w a quick open his stoic
Disposition like a shoulder holster pistola the slick gold one
Marble on the handle Virgin Mary on the candles
vice on the ones now it feel like ‘91
Another plot thickens opp
I gotta dismantle
Illest on the move now it feel like 92 to 93 & 94
Year that i was born
Still get it goin
Still get it gone still sit on throne still growing
it’s all golden
from the stussy to the kufi on gold casio to gold crosses
i know wins i know losses false prophets legit posers
all nonsense
reset
recent love coming used to be the reject
it’s made from scratch every time w no presets
and we dont hide we emphasize all the defects
It’s sum you gotta feel inside you can’t teach et
you either got it or you don’t
you either product or not
don’t hit my line im in my zone
nigga
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WAY OF THE PALM
02:00
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I got the world in the palm of my hand
I’m in control
Going in cause shorty all in the stands
She want a show like
Baby are you not entertained
Jump off the ropes double backflip before I land and then explode
Crowd goes wild blow the roof off the building
Go and hit the stu still juiced off the feeling
Fuck it if you book me i need 200 million
Might send a double like im doom 2 villainous
Who illa in the post 2 scrimmages
too technical i be in the booth w physicists
Sky is where we started potential is truly limitless
I ain’t even rapping to blow
I’m just killing niggas for fun
who on go?
w the nemesis
inkless skin pen gold through the penmanship
live from the temple baby pride in my sentiments
i can feel my problems subside when she licking it
ditch a rapper body hitch a ride in a different whip
spend a couple summers out in hiding gotta live w it uh
i got the world in my hands weight on my back mad pape falling outta my pants im talking racks it’s
irresponsible really im holding cash just go and throw it all on some ass having a blast tryn fuck sum hoping she leave she wanna crash wanna stay loving the feng sui within my pad just player shit
bruce banner when im in lair chillin on a call
real business call you gotta wait a minute
gotta get paid 'fore i pay a visit or pay attention it’s shame
used to work for free but now i hate you niggas
lames
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ONE STEP
01:56
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Gained balance
For a while nigga slip falling
Leap
Off the cliff close eyes think the spliff talking
think the kush callin
Yea of course metaphorically i meta morph its more to see
we was young loitering in corner stores fuck i bought a 40 for??
like im 44
i was 20 in the stu new york influenced me to do the 40
after the spliff and the new ports
hockey jersey over hoody over hoop shorts
over rap i see you rappers like a food court
not a hoop court it’s too boring who scoring
not the move tunes had the whole crew snoring
start a new recording
and start from the heart that might do it for ya
start from the soul bitch now ya know and oh
i don’t forget i remember like the alamo
harold and kumar when we on the escapade
since kids calling bingo on escalades
you would think love and pain stay separated
ah shit aint what it seems and that’ll never change
and you losing me intruding w the desperation
why it’s awkward and confusing w the conversations
stop the dickriding start getting dedicated
cause you can’t dick ride to ya destination
one step at a time that’s the only way to reach it x2
skip steps on the climb and you likely to fall one step at a time
everytime duty calls
one step at a time that’s the only way to reach it
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7. |
BEYOND
01:34
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floating beyond where i was known to reside knowing inside im soul tied to the home i arrived from i dont care where we going just dont go back where we driving from
dapping up the old me loving who i’ve become knowingly
the person that i was chosen to be i followed the path that god gracious bestowed to me one
Foot in front the other on the pavement
Mamas crib bagging up the doja in the basement
hand to hand passing out that side door chasing a buck face it
We was fucked up wasted
So close to the goal i can taste it
stepping out to smoke on this road cause it’s vacant leaning on the car sparking it start raining
Fuck it ima smoke it til the water hit the flame then it’s off to the races I’m off it you tasteless
Tryna critique it and talk but you faceless hide Behind a avatar hide behind an Alias
In the real world real niggas hate that shit
If you can’t stand on it don’t say it
You might need that bridge later don’t burn it —
Brodie said he was in awe with the patience sis said the same we just living and we learning all my inhibitions sitting burning in the furnace
Turning into ash intervention with my purpose
Turning on ya Ave in that night rider lurking
High w the red eyesss like the headlights
and i really need to rest mine
bed time
no sleep when it’s bread time
and it’s always
bread time
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TEMPERANCE
02:30
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I used to wanna be like them be in the rap game
Then the rap game got lame
my favorite rappers either dead or we eye to eye
Which is why i despise these kinda guys
Born into the era of the stream
Born into the era where we share within machines
Ghosts in the shell
The American dream been
Burning out the soul of what was therapy to me
Seen things type scary to believe
We seen death before we seen our teens
We thought cops couldn’t hear our screams
And out the ashes rose this hip hop thing
Guess yall must forgot
Everybody ain’t just in it for the glory
Some of us really in it for the story and the hope in a world of hopelessness this afforded me
When the walls was closing in there was a door to be
More than the system planned for you know
Resourcefully
Another black boy in the hood poor
Hits different when you hear the world is yours
Feels different when you listening to c.r.e.a.m knowing cash ruined everything
About me
Tho I’d refuse to abuse your endorsement brodie pointed out the saddest part we could’ve joined forces
But Instead went and lead Trojan horses and ignored the ones that’s destroying ya own fortresses
You’ll learn
You’ll crash you’ll burn see the importance in it
Whether will or won’t isn’t your concern
Question is will they welcome your return in it
Upon death
Transcend the industry and what’s left
(Vice)
And his forsaken advice
Just this once think twice
Poking the bear unaware this the poltergeist
it’s aight
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