Messages, Pt. 1
LAM3.
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With every end, there's got to be a beginning Subtracted my presences Now I'm addin' up all these blessings Then I Watch them multiply South East bred I swear I'm such a nice (Hol' Up) Jackie Chan shit, natural how I kick it Tribe marauding your ears without a Q-Tip Sick of waiting in line, yeah that's my cue bitch Wifey on my IG Live, yeah on some cute shit Rapper or poet (uh huh), student or teacher (oh yeah) Husband or player, I'm all that plus other features (God damn) I got, these generations by the palm of they hand Stampede together, but never followin' Truth be told was never fuckin' with this hand Never dealt to win, when them card played right My all is in No comraderin's with these dick riders Leave that to Pornhubbers and Youjizzers I'm so twisted, such a gentleman, yet I'm so vicious, lyrics gifted Happy birthday Merry Christmas Never splifted These words got a higher power Latest Expedition, 2020 with the Eddie Bauer Raise up your voices, run it back, I gotta say it (Louder) I'm feeling it Signed sealed delivering Rockin' on the mic with the flows I'm in my element Takin' off past niggas, like, where the hell he went Emotions, stories brewed in the booth spillin' it Damn, some mo' shit to think 'bout Sound like a Yankee, but he really from the South I'm talkin' gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout Gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout Gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout Gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout (And now the Churches Sing It) Damn, I feel like we We waste too much fuckin' time Worried about what the world thinks of us Perceptions and shit Nigga just follow your fucking dreams man Don't ever let nobody tell you what you can't say When you wanna fuckin' say Speak up young king, speak up young queen The only limitations are those you place upon yourself Speak in existence I'm manifesting peace and prosperity for your mental health You owe to yourself Cause I be struggling with the same thing Wifey ask me why I never lace these beats with my poetry It's all the same honey Yeah, you got to love it Know you don't f*ck with the content that's coming from me Besides she love swoonin' to the oldies And yeah me too, but Hip-Hop got a different yoke up on me Growin' up listened to Biggie Ready To Die Life After Death Hova teachin' givin' Reasonable Doubts And I be, feeling it Signed sealed delivering Rockin' on the mic with the flows I'm in my element Takin' off past niggas, like, where the hell he went Emotions, stories brewed in the booth spillin' it Damn, some mo' shit to think 'bout Sound like a Yankee, but he really from the South I'm talkin' gold mouth, liquor house, granny couch, churches shout Family proud, family proud Ma I hope you fuckin' proud Don't let nobody take your voice away from you Don't let nobody say you ain't talented F*ck what anybody say Family Friends Know your own worth That's it, just know your own worth It takes time, but you gotta keep grindin' and grindin' Before your know it, with all that pressure Coal turn into a diamond nigga
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Written by: Austin Wimbush, Collin Olufemi
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