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Gihad Salih
Gihad Salih
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Gihad Salih
Gihad Salih
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Tac
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Rap still owe me my spot, y'all thought I forgot? Word to my pops man, soon as this drop Put time on the clock Then sit and just watch shit spill out my brain Minute I came I knew what I came from All of that soft shit not in my veins Not on my brain, y'all shooting for stars I shoot at your cockpit and I'm not playin' Talkin' bout drive, y'all don't got enough range Talkin' bout change, fuck talkin' bout chains We talkin' bout practice? I'm up active, doubled my maxes, 100 more reps Y'all still on the mattress? I'm advancing, treating these tracks like 100 yard dashes Treating the map like Ibn Battuta Y'all going up like string and balloon Niggaz got whole lot of talk never proof but Fuck what you want, what you willing to do? Said everybody wanna live to play they part Tell me how you know when you've made your mark This the fuckin' summer I'ma up the score Breaking down the door fuck your fake decorum Still got a lot of shit I can't afford Giving up is one I'm bout to aim to go out guns blasting Fuck what you paid before Nigga now it's up time to pay me more Like gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Yeah Said gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules They gon' plot, I'm gon' prove I don't talk, I just move Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules Your time running out, got the ball What's the call? Where's your confidence? I recall feeling lost Y'all couldn't see shit beyond knowing G don't belong with us You was right! Lost in the process, dodging the boxes Dawg will these blogs ever learn How to fuckin' stop calling me conscious? God let me pop then I'm gone with the profits far from this continent Spent the last 3 months outside sun bathing Meditating, feel a bug land on my face, embrace it Renovated, freed up more room in the same old spaces Uninstalled all the walls that it came in Now I got the world in my basement It's a lifelong vacation Two-pronged, part of me cool, calm, part of me flexing Oversized suit on, bottoms defected Ever since newborn I been eclectic, damn True form coming These groupon rappers need food for thought, I might bless em' Nigga my mind like a delicatessen Nigga my grind never letting me Look Everybody wanna live to play they part Tell me how you know when you've made your mark This the fuckin' summer I'ma up the score Breaking down the doors fuck your fake decorum Still got a lot of shit I can't afford Giving up is one and I'm prepared to go out, guns blasting Fuck what you paid before Nigga now it's up time to pay me more Like gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Yeah Said gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Gimme my check Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules They gon' plot, I'm gon' prove I don't talk, I just move Hoe I'm straight, hoe I'm cool, I don't play by your rules
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