Offense (feat. Spitta & Kvrdio)
Don Smith
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And I'll probably die young all this weed in my lungs All this drink in my cup, scottie beaming me up This sour got me stuck swear I be thinking to much I think I need me a shrink, had to drop my Cuban bitch 'Cause all she want do is link, smoke weed and sip drink But it's a bigger picture, can't take those likes and tweets with ya Now watch me live my life through these scriptures Live through my niggas who wake up and hit a clip Got to get those dividends 'Cause when you busy standing out ain't no time for fitting in My drive is like that Bentley I picture me sitting in No records of the last rapper that I went against Leave 'em dead like the presidents stashed in my residence I gotta set the precedent flow benevolent Hell bound but heaven sent vote Spitta for president Gettin' money off the penmanship So much money that I'm walking like George Jefferson Bx degenerate Nothin' in this life is guarenteed You wanna see me fall, then you got to bury me I'm in the lead, all these rappers is lunch to me In other words, ya'll can't f*ck with me Run with the real ones Run 'till you feel some We keep the ball on offense Run like you stole some Run like you on one We keep the ball on offense What it look like It only smell good if it's cooked right Smith Boyardee Skin fade tight wit my beard on Suge Knight For the love of the push and shove I keep gloves with me Satisfied with a good fight Competing with you decent niggas giving me a good life They shooting, Smith made you look twice Your written is an interlude Between what Don and Spitta 'bout to get into Ya'll got Seattle sonics, best believe we gettin' rid of you Remember me dog, no memory foam I'm comfty The skrilla we on inevitably for The come up You remember me now Got your whole team heated, no technical foul Full court pressing niggas, Don Artest on 'em Got 'em hot as bench riders wearing leg warmers Nothin' in this life is guarenteed You wanna see me fall, then you got to bury me I'm in the lead, all these rappers is lunch to me In other words, ya'll can't f*ck with me Run with the real ones Run 'till you feel some We keep the ball on offense Run like you stole some Run like you on one We keep the ball on offense (Run, run) We keep the ball on offense (Run, run) Offense in Jackie Robinson See me with counterparts My words turn to green this a salad bar I had apartments before you changed carriers They think I'm cuffin' but the game married him Discussin' business with my manager, We're not convinced You either study or you countin' chips Monopolies and counterfeits They robbin niggas for they Merms, some '07 shit Dutches and lighters tucked in the freshest kicks Still on the block with my family Niggas drinkin' fifths These pigs movin funny, man its cold Hundred percent, you know we speak in code Blood pumpin', got my eyes slowed I need my daughter's name chain in gold Sole survivor Leonidas we see different prices A price for the clout but I don't feel divided They say it's real if there's reassurance You know Im selfish, this my only service
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Written by: Jasmine Kennedy, Peter Cortorreal, Romelle Loiseau, Trent Davis
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