This is real bro
Like frfr
You feel me?
Uh
Uh
Everybody wants to talk
About the shit they never walked
Grip this game up on a lock
Now watch the ladies flock
Yeah
I've been residing in this game for too long
This ain't my first or last song
Don't get it wrong
No
Used to creep onna block
At the courts shootin' rock
Never was a jock
I could school you 12 o clock
Lay you down with chalk
Used to move around a lot
So my talents all I got
I ain't playin' bro
Used to move around a lot
So my talents all I got
Record, Cut, Paste
Drop it like it's hot
Okay
Always steady takin' shots
Gettin' caught up with the ops
Don't know nuthin' so I'm never the type to talk
Nope
This goofy ass kid
Mistook me for a liq
Now I got all his shit
& some kicks
Hah
That's what you get when you cross me
There's a reason why I got all this gold up in my teeth
Tru
I always win bro
What could I say
& everyday
You better pray
I don't come back
You're just another snack
Gimme things I start to lack
In this man made jungle
Fall in line or else you're trouble
Woah
Shit
Kinda hard to stay afloat
When you gotta build up your own damn boat
Yuh
People callin' me moody
But this world loopy
Got me on my ten toes
Still tokin' dros
Still bussin' flows
Lost my mind got it back
Built up strength in things I lack
Spittin' straight up facts
Gettin' sleepy on these new cats
They don't know bout the hacks
Gotta stack racks
Or else ya jack
Tru
Made this whole track
Revolvin' round the boom bap
Reminiscing in the days
I know I gotta get it back
Yuh
Start again is the only way
What could I say
My soul is the price I'll pay
To forever stay
How can you stay true
In a world built on lies
I despise
People who claim they on the rise
What?
Took me a couple tries
World's dark not surprised
Brush away those old flies
I'm over all those old lies
I'm over all those old lies
I'm over all those old lies
I'm over it
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