My Team (feat. Bokes Man)

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M3 N2P

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Blood, I'm in the studio, you know
You're gonna have to come off my phone
You rah, just mash me up
Off my lyric, fam

Nah, nah, holla me back after
Bout hour or something
All my team, heavy hitters
Don't push us, turn us to killers

We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons
To feed our family

You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at all my team
Heavy hitters
Don't push us, turn us to killers

We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons
To feed our family

You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
Grinding all through the seasons
To feed my family

Don't be angry, vex my nigga
Don't be mad at we
Push man to the limit
Make man after, cause a casualty

Touch one of ours, then we angry
Coming back at he
Frenemy, watch who you keep close
It's best you keep the heat close

Cause fire a fi burn
Sometime, pon dem  people
You know how it go
Blood for blood, it's how the streets roll

N2P, nothing to prove
Yeah, that's a Team
Ride for one another dog
You know it's family tree

Branching out for all these greens
And all these ps
Cuzzy said it's time to get em
So we have to make you bleed

Have to make you see the perspective
On how we be
From growing young
Certain things made us really who we be

Certain movements make you really see a man for who he be
So If you ain't true to me, remove yourself
Ain't new to Tr3
All my team, heavy hitters

Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons

To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
All my team, heavy hitters

Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons

To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
Way down in the jungle

Past the trees by the river
The name so cold like the breeze
Make you shiver say his  name two times
And he's sure to deliver

Bokesman, Bokesman
Hop out lynch u niggas like the Klu Klux Klan
Went missing for a minute, now I'm back
I'm the man

I did it for the people
Now I do it for the fam
Bokes n  Mtr3, them usual suspects
It's cradle to the grave ain't gta ask who's up next

These niggas r vex
Happy New Years
I still send them a text
That we still got techs

That we still got vests
All the talk is speculation
These niggas is hoes
I'm about to take them shopping

Get the bitches some clothes
Some dresses
These niggas is messes
Even if I fall back

They still couldn't test  this
This beef is relentless
I'm still restless
All my team, heavy hitters

Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons

To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
All my team, heavy hitters

Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding all through the seasons

To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we

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