Lyrics:
it dope boi magic
4 tha last couple years I been maken dope tracks
Ridden threw tha city wida A on my hat
Nitty keep sum work just ask Mrs Beat
Say
the trap go
Gotta move far, and unpack slow
Just to make sure that the track show, the greatest outcome for the ones that you left cause, no Lack bro
But if
When I'm
Giving a pad
I'm penning them
Devour these beats
Like an m&m
They're a
Snack so nice
When I spit
I attack a track
Like a cat
On a rat
When it's
Rhymes faster than a speeding bullet
Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Look, at the jam,
a lifestyle
Told you I was gon' beat your ass one day (one day)
Please hold me back, I'ma slap him in his face
He touched my girlfriend that's disrespect
now
Man, how did it change looking at my past
I was really going nowhere failing every class
Momma getting mad wanna beat my ass
Half the times got
fuck it, you're right
Hot chicks and Kung-Fu, you can't beat that
Can't beat that at all
(Surface contact in ten nine, eight, seven, six, five)
where waters fall
From the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin
shit sounds like them"
So, I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts, motherfuckers got scared
'Cause they was
to track the spread
Smoking gun 1 you're dead
Smoking gun 2, like it was said with Tedros at the head
The WHO, with 86 cases outside China here's what they
History in the making, Pistol Pete
Leave competition shaking without missing the beat
Chasing the hi-hat all over the track
The snare is scared
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
Shoutout Vince Pryce, helped me find new CrossRoads
Metikulus.ca still got 7 beats you can download
I did that and then 5 beats from Merker showed
shoulda
crack, you niggas off a Xan
I'm off that black tar heroin
I am unemployed, let's make some plans
(Yes I am)
I cannot fight so I beat up lil boys
Mom used
and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all,
on one you know we gone stomp something
I really came from nothing
I'm really him I really made it nigga
Seven figures or better
While you niggas hating we
Just to
Rap on tracks
Comin' at me was suicide
You knew the price
Before you scrutinised
Where my future lies
You'd have a better chance shootin dice
idolize 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the we condition
Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they
of you bitches, gimme a laugh
7th beat tape, ooh that's bad
Make some lyrics so ur shit ain't that trash
Hype my shit up, gimme a pass
Wanna make a track
Freud
Six times for the double income
Seven times six for the man that run
I wanna boom te boom te boom te boom bap
Boom te boom te boom on that track
future looks muddy
Cause you just can't beat my buddy
Word, break it down break it down Ready
We've won so many battles
People think it's a trick
That
He finna die by a 7.62
Fuck on your bitch pass her back to the crew
You can get stepped on; you step on my shoe
He said he a crip so he bleeding out
History in the making, Pistol Pete
Leave competition shaking without missing the beat
Chasing the hi-hat all over the track
The snare is scared
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