Lyrics:
Flow rhymes
You ain't underground cause you like Sugarhill
You ain't underground cause you keep it real
You ain't underground cause you do or do not deal
So now the end is here I have no fear
I lean my head on the ground
I can not feel my legs and my arms are going numb
But I still see the shapes
in-between the pauses, waiting for my time
is it right now or has it passed me by, I magnify
the situation through my glass eye and analyze it
what's real
(He got the slip on you)
This how it went down...
I had to undergo therapy, not surgery
the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me
dun, I
Start a new fashion
Wear your heart
On your sleeve
Sometimes you reach
What's real
Just by making believe
On the fate
On a shame
There is joy
real if you posses the gift
Stop the slander propaganda like a sedative
Some mental states perpetuating all that's negative
I manifest
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
cannabis
Apple juice and a pack of crisps
I just came off a jet, I've been travelling
Getting head on the plane, she was talented
Your man ain't nothing
surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls
I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my
Every single day every single night
We had it in the back of our heads
Waiting fo the chance ready and prepared
We passed the point of turning back
need no hard hat (Nah) , bitch
I don't need no bald head (Nah)
Bitch, I don't even need all that shit
(Swear to God)
Huh, what the fuck you thought this
terror? According
To the dictionary I hold in my hand
Terror is violent or destructive acts
Such as bombing committed by groups in
Order to intimidate
love, y'all can keep that
Try to slime me, you catchin' a head tap
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it
Keep a knocker, it's that season
If I spot 'em,
and tight, yeah
Time for you to slide right in
You know I like my kisses by my waistline (down low)
Put your head between my legs and give me face time
always by my side, so I can peep the love scars
What you want from me is in my cold black heart
You can take it all and leave, but you will not get far
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