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What what What up You niggas talking While we living it This is real life Can it with the gimmick shit You punking who This 3 Uncle Drew's The old men still ball We just gotta use the liniments We out here stretching Out the ligaments Niggas definitively wack And y'all defending it We spitting razors On our Tupac flex You got a long game ahead Of you if you got next Kyle I'm Shep I'm balling in these corduroys What you want The younger angst Or the older noise I got something super hot For these colder boys I flash and shake up Their pictures like a Polaroid We don't see em Cuz they're moving evasive Shook the city with no product Cuz we're too innovative Came back number one We know you niggas hate it This our 30 for 30 BITCH you should embrace it This it, right here Alright Yo, ayo God bless the child That can get it on his own two Pay it how you weigh and You can play it by ya own rules Smooth operator like Kane shootin pool Got these bitches all around us Life's great issa mood Food for your thinking In a groove when I'm drinkin Dark liquor dog trippin Heart numb like Linkin Park We can spark change From our brain to when that thang spark You'on't shoot the dare You bout as square as when you frame art Play it smart just shot the last Drip 5th of Makers Mark How an A and R Now my art... and my repertoire Message boy, I found a hunnid Thousand in my dresser drawer Less is more, live by that motto Watch the blessings poor Toured every city Every state in America Hit Europe up Saw the world issa miracle The game that I gained In Ukraine it was spiritual How the fuck a I'm not gone be literal Spit Our legend is going to speak for itself Litework Yo, ayo Never been a hater You can put that on Them Gretchen buffs European double breasted Just to keep the weapon tucked Told these niggaz If they want to level up Invest your money back in schools That's the way you level up Cherry red chariot Niggaz call it period Stay black period Pay back period Cuz if we do What we supposed to do Black people won't ever need White people period Got beef bury it Got debt bury it Got heat carry it Buy up ur area Leading people To the promise land Using music underground Got me feeling like I'm Harriet Trumps an idiot Got me praying for his racist Heart, dodging pitfalls Got me feeling like it's Raiders Ark Every good man Needs the words of a matriarch Rather have the latest art Before I have the latest Car
Writer(s): Marvin O'neal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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