Lyrics:
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I don't need your
Opinion on taking shit Back
I say what I want no
Need to act
Act what
Bitch watch me slap a slut
Better mix me down
Right or you
puff lye (I puff lye)
While I drive down the I95
You catch Bleek rollin' hay
When I'm down in the Bay
Hey it don't stop
I light a blunt up for
as Lords of the Underground stay underground
The brothers of Lotug will keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind your business
You
with Twenty Three
Lend me
Your energy
Can't stop bopping to this beat
To this beat
Engineering by SickLonely so you know it's sounding clean
If I don't
to watch your front and your back
Dont let niggas catch out slipping
And trick you with a mask
And them niggas out finnesing for cash
I aint gone let you
whatchu drop me for?
Stop playing, let me rock the boat
I'm crazy bout your love, I know
Can't say that I'm a dub, oh no
I know I did you wrong like I know
Yeah,
Yeah,
Whats he gonna say?
You wanna be like me son get a change of plan,
I don't hardly see my dawgs, get a hand, pick ma fam
Confused,
blind-test it
What's your mix truly manifesting?
Don't let your preconceptions
Hide, confine, and control yourself
Stream within, a flow brand new
Don't
face
B-Big dirty bubble, toxic waste all in your space
I don't care how fast you run, your mind can't ever catch this pace
Oh you thought you weigh a ton
challengers after the moment to grab it
Hit a rock at your house, it'll be the only time you get stoned in your mansion
Don't mix a fact with an opinion, one
the cops
But then I'm always low key I'm out the mix
Just stay in yo lane translation yo mind your business bitch
You don't even know me
I went from always
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
thought you knew this
Heaven sent eloquent wordsmith
So my talk is my fluent
Malevolent mind is televised
For your programmed viewing
I know I’m winning
Instead I'm on that other level
But I took time to reach down
To help the black and brown
I never stood around
I hear em talkin' behind
My mind
In
your place
Could tell just by my energy, that I don’t fuck with fakes
If you got something to say
Boss up and speak with your chest
If you turn mute
Then
they just lost they mind
Look at my pockets they blue megamind
I take one of yours if you fucking with mine
And im blowing up nigga just call me a mine
"What's in your mind?"
Blast at you a psychic wave like we playing Pokémon
I fascinates the dull with the sharpness of a porcupine
The force is mine
No
Step in the dirt hear the clank of spurs
City I'm in feel the shock in the nerves
My presence aware
Don't shit where I sit you won't dare
Health is
mix match, with my flow, they thieving
I'm a need my shit back, nevermind you keep it
Hyping up yours man's, hope you got the legs to walk it out
Call
stop it
Because after all I said I still want stuff to go my way
I play
By own metrics
I write the same way
You play tetris
So let’s see
If I can win
mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's fame
Resurrection
Resurrection
Club mix, dance, rap, don't
the don
If I do idan For your face
you go shock
Feeling so caught up in my feelings I'm lost
I Ain't Trynna look back that's a pillar of salt
Race so long
problems and not one is you gon' shoot me
We got Anna, motherfucker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut
Slicky make a million every time I give that
help
Falling in love with you
Repressed the memories, kept them out my mind
But like the song said, dawg, I'm not the most wise
Ignored your face when I
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