Lyrics:
trap off the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore,
to take a day off
So we working even on a Sabbath day God
It's showtime, that means it's no rest til heaven
777, Let's get lifted, John Legend
So keep
[Verse One: John Legend]
Hey... hey... hey... hey...
Hey you, yeah you with the tight blue jeans
Little shorty 'bout five foot three
...with
the making
Legend in the making
I ain't go to time to be wasting
Legend, in the making
Ooh, it was lonely up at the top
But I'm built for this yeah
Look, young
cuz its so bright
I bless the mic till its a gold mine
Im a legend in my own right
Im a legend in my own right
They try knock me off my hustle but i
knew they wouldn't ride
It's still free the guys yeah
It's still free the guys yeah
And legends don't die (Spazzing out)
And legends don't die (At my
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
bought him a brick
Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City set, 183rd still
shit yo
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
nigga nothin' else
Even I can't save me from myself
Tryna be a legend when I'm dead and gone
Whole crew got my back when I set it off
All I know is this
down man all these niggas all scared
But when you living by them rules shit is all fair
Been shutting it down i know you heard me
Been a Ave Legend
shit yo
It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Legends
I'm feelin like Octane, because I'm a Mexican
I'm doing the dash, from all the enemies
I see a healing thing, must be a Lifeline
I need to stand by
resing
KD in my blunt mixed with pure resin
I am not guilty, it was alleged
I'ma sing to this girl like John Legend
Gave perks all of me, I'm not John
cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella
be
(It's what makes me a legend)
Aiming for heights nobody could measure
I've been perfecting this art till ain't nobody better
(It's what makes me
bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass niggaz get to set it off
[The Lady of Rage]
Now, the way I gets off in that ass it's a sin to not assassin
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making
Kush god, keep it rollin like the brakes broken
gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass niggas get to set it off
[The Lady of Rage]
Now, the way I gets off in that ass it's a sin to not
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared
people caught, by my people house
'Cause believe me I'm a set it off, bitch
Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
My clique all dogs, bitch
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