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Ain't been long but we right back I smoke backwoods not zig-zags Big puff, big status like Sean Combs back in '96 I was motivated, watch the time tick Way we cultivated shit, it's timeless I gotta pick up the pen and remind 'em I'm going in, my shit raw like no condom I make a massacre, Hotel Rwanda Back on my shit, back in my zone Dictating like I'm Idi Amin Colorblind, all I see is the green Tell 'em pick a side, bitch it's you or I Tell 'em level up 'til we eye to eye Never, never land where you niggas live No coming down from here I'm magnificent, the omnipotent, the prophecies fulfillment This installment, brand new proclamations for the indoctrination These are words, take them as no more than just my observations Reading the code of silence in my isolation Hyper focused sound inside the ISO chamber Slight arrangement, Add a couple more steps to the process but I'll never change up Niggas is malnourished, poor diet, edible and audible The game shifted, switched up, I had to call an audible I almost slipped, sloppy, sipping from a flask of Clase Azul Smoking weed with my Rasta crew, we do the impossible Providin' the mayhem 'til the day end From the A.M to the P.M I'ma WWE niggas I'ma pile-drive when I see niggas I'ma Dale Earnhardt speed with it I'ma take the fall before I leave nigga Getting hella greedy, had to go and get it I'ma take the mozzarella and the cheddar while the pan hot Watching out for all the landmines Planning on building an empire, make it sky-high in my spare time Tell 'em I feel like a king, tell 'em I feel like a God Terrorize you and your squad, like a montage All headshots, tell 'em R.I.P with this monologue Had to build it up and make it bubble It's a miracle that we got through the struggle It was hard enough so niggas act like they hard of hearing When you renovate that's when they start revealing We divide and conquer, taking out the weak I got the sonic sounding fucking magnifique I don't want helping hands, I do it manually I'm a fucking monster, I'm a damn beast On a campaign for the deposits Mind frame like Chris Wallace Staying on point and pocket Working like I'm eating Top Ramen Niggas like myself are not common My perspective is a cool optic Carcinogen make your view cloudy All of that bullshit is too toxic
Writer(s): Davis Appell, Mark Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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