Periodic Table
A$Ap Twelvyy
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Where the love for the underdog? Man, they treat me like they wanna f*ck Ain't the favorite on your undercard The livest nigga under God So don't make me get the gun involved Catch a charge and run the border more I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store Corner stone I'mma be the nigga that they calling for Soaring up Like that nigga Mike up in his Jordan 4's When I'm coming down only time I'm falling off Get a calling card, 'lil nigga so broad, fucking talk I'mma be a statement for the global Forbes This that magic shit like Dumbledore This that lavish shit y'all tumble for Niggas want it but I want it more Make a band off a couple cups, and I'm hot, I got the sun involved I don't want it, man, I want it all These my feelings in a couple bars Sun shining like fucking stars I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys Them "every night make a knot" boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done fucked up, right?) You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys Them "every night make a knot" boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a nigga with money, huh?) You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy I'm from the city where the skinny niggas ride Big semi on they side Real life, making fifty out of five Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive That's how real niggas die but I feel so alive My eye up on the prize You always gotta strive Take a piece of devil pie Now my level rising high See a ribbon in the skyline F*ck the other side See my shots is televised, tell them niggas get a side It's dark outside It's nuts outside Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside Parallel to your ride, them 'on't blush, it's the C-25 But I'm stressed, see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side 'Cause this Tec probably keep me alive I ain't high, I'm just peeping the vibe Just beef in the Trap, f*ck that, and I ain't keeping it back Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys Them "every night make a knot" boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done fucked up, right?) You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys Them "every night make a knot" boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a nigga with money, huh?) You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
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Written by: Angela Winbush, Dwayne A Shippy, Jamel Da'Shawn Phillips, Rene Moore
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