Gifted
TYS Markie
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Back again but these niggas wouldn’t think it Pulled up, from half court World screaming, Cuz I sinked it Deep end, Swimming They try to keep me under But, Bitch I’m winning Grinning from ear to ear, I see it every year The only people hating, Is the people, ain’t make it here and I’m not pressed, So don’t ask Right hand on my goals, With my foot on gas Cuz we gotta go And get it Just know I’m with it I tried to tell these niggas, TYS is hitting I'm just different in every way If they ain’t ready at the top Time to start making way Cuz I’m On top of my game Niggas steady hating But these niggas lame We ain’t the same I’m built too different Tell the world I’m coming Man I’m so gifted Cuz I’m On top of my game Niggas steady hating But these niggas lame We ain’t the same I’m built too different Tell the world I’m coming Man I’m so gifted Gifted nigga, Ion give a what Where was you when I was down on my luck Money Money, I’m just tryna get it up Family starvin, F*ck the margin, I’m tryna fill us up Listen, I ain’t no video vixen I’m just tryna get my bucks, Like Donner and Blitzen Playin Blitz the league, Back at Teague Reminiscing on the days, I rapped with Jp And Darion, I gambled on the road that I’m a taking Carrying my city, On my back, Got me anxious D. Knight told me, My time coming soon have patience Imma have to doctor something up, With a flow so ageless Agents, Want niggas to go down, Tell me how We get booked then profiled, Whoa child Please, proceed with caution It’s depressing, That we gotta tell you so often Lost in translation, It’s a whole nother side That’s why we drink a little wine, To chase the body of Christ I know its blood, blood What’s up cuz At the end of the day, It’s just us Shit, Gimme The hook Cuz I’m On top of my game Niggas steady hating But these niggas lame We ain’t the same I’m built too different Tell the world I’m coming Man I’m so gifted Gifted nigga, Ion give a what Where was you when I was down on my luck Money Money, I’m just tryna get it up Family starvin, F*ck the margin, I’m bouta fill us up Cuz I’m On top of my game Niggas steady hating But these niggas lame We ain’t the same I’m built too different Tell the world I’m coming Man I’m so gifted
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Written by: MARK ANTHONY THOMAS, PDUB THE PRODUCER
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