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Jessup, Jimboslice, Makadelic

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Yeah, Yeah
I feel like Mike Dean, way I'm pressin these keys
Ima call my nigga Jessup, gimme just what I need
This shit is a breeze, you niggas never fuckin wit me
I'm stackin the cheese, survivin' like I'm Capital Steez
And that's ironic cuz, "Third Eye Shit" I'm no demon
Niggas gettin killed for no real reason
Killed for the ice on his wrist now he freezin
When I'm on the mic you a bitch you ain't breathin
But it's all the same, Solo now I run up with the gang
Up in Cloud City with my rose colored frames in flames, now that's a visual
We used to spare our last damn bill and fall asleep in white Devilles
Give a f*ck about material
I grew up on battle rap
If niggas wan' tennis that
Then I bet that cat'll lack, they don't wanna rattle that
He thought he was a superstar, get hit wit the Fazer Blast, you know I'm from a
Real city where they snatchin' ya goods and where they
Up sticks like a tent in the woods, and we all
Need help but we thinking we good
And you expose ya true self when removing ya hood, I'm misunderstood
And that's a shout to Nina Simone
I empty the throne
I'm chained to these blades, Michonne
Since I was alone, I'm aiming till my enemies gone
They been defeated by the end of this song
Real shit, yeah I had to up one up two
Only gave respect they was sayin f*ck you
Planted in my chest since then I done grew
Choppa gave em Alzheimer's you ain't got nuthin knew
Nigga I been raised in the field no cotton
Ima go for gold in the drill no stoppin
Demons in the dust, nah for real they went missin
Lil nigga, I was raised by the real no fishin'
Focus on the mission

Hold up, let the beat build
You either gon' kill or you gon' be killed
Never take a bitch out, if I do, she get a cheap meal
She was tryna knock a nigga down, I had to rebuild
She was tryna knock a nigga out, I'm on my feet still
And I ain't gon' stop until I get like three mill
Had to turn my nightmares into dreams like I'm Meek Mill
I swear I would never sell my soul for a sweet deal
I knew niggas who went out and told, they in the streets still
I remember it, a kid witnessin' this shit
Niggas snitchin' on they friends to get lessened sentences
That could never be me, I guess I was raised different
Pops wasn't there, never really got a Christmas gift
So I'ma never stop, until I finish with this shit
Six years on top, I'm a rap game veteran
Name a nigga from my city, bet that I ain't better than
They know I'm a legend, but instead I'm gon' let them all say
F*ck Makadelic, the rap game Hitler
If I can take yo bitch, then I'm aiming for your sister
I ain't playin' with these niggas
Dawg, I ain't talkin' bout the trash when I say that I'm takin' out the litter
I ain't the same as these niggas
I really made a difference, I came up out the kitchen I had caine up in my britches
Killin' all these rappers but somehow I made a killin'
I'm just paintin' all these pictures they paint me out as a villain
The rap game Putin, or maybe Mussolini
No one told me that doin' this music would be easy
But everybody told me if I made it, I'd be lucky
So trust me, none of y'all can tell me nothin
I ain't here to take ya girl, I'm here to take the country
I ain't here to save the world I'm tryna save some money
Cause nobody had my bad back when they was sayin' f*ck me
'Cept my homie Buffa, and my uncle Rusty, the only ones who loved me

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