Lyrics:
extend me a line
Even half the time, I can't tell what is even mine
The pace is blistering, losing all sense of time
Feeling left behind
Work the 40 hour
fire
And take us higher and higher
By leaps and bounds we advancing,
We edit DNA, and build immense colliders
We open up new
make my mark, I need my 7 Leaves
Catch me on set dressing, but it ain't a fashion show
They seen us all across the world, we international
Clips
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't G, I'm just a regular failure
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
people wonder how
Former labels blunded ow
Wishing they could stop me now
Sorry did I strike a nerve?
Oh well hit the curb (get the third)
If you wonder
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
Ya'll can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors
Witness despised
Crooked lawyers
False Indictments publicized
Its
There's no
No Vacancy
Close the door so they cant see
No Vacancy
I know you waiting so patiently
No Vacancy
Wonder what drugs you'd take for me
Wonder what
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Call me a fanatic, Pro Vegas up to famous
Now watch me
Doing what I want never make us
Night calls, wishing
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
of religion.
I’m too legitimate can’t no-one stop me.
Chasen’ a check like a puck and it’s hockey.
Confident nigga they say that I’m cocky.
Shit on these niggas
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
breakfast
Selling coke reckless
So you can't tell me 'bout no protest, nigga
'Cause this pro's tested
No effort, flow is something to cherish
Y'all be
of the niggas that decided to press the 'R' on the laptop
Y'all had a story to tell me when that stop
SSG might've made it overnight
But you don't have overnight
do she kno
Just like the movie roll
Last time I saw the kitty in the city
That little fucker bit me
And now a nigga triggered
Fool me once can't fool
Gifted Youngstaz TrussOne on the production KDoe
Hey you know you fucked up now gonna let us get together on some old school shit
See my notebooks
was
The summer of 2010
I also met Nathan
And MCT in college
They taught me
How to edit writing
How to make
A logical argument
MCT's kind of a dick
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
To fuck our venture, block our air vent, stop our movement
Take the future from our children before they even knew it
Make us blame another human for our
as dead as they said it is
Serious as getting beheaded
They edit the footage then go off for beverages
Oh me, oh my the keys unlock the closed mind, huh
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