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Get twisted Sundays We at it again Look I'm from the swat You can get ya issue Every beat I get to slicing Like I'm Yoshimitsu Knew I had the juice since the 4th grade Had a chili bowl but I was down to catch a fade Ouu Most of my partners be catching plays I only give em bars in hope that'll it catch a slave Unlock it's mental then build credentials to catch a wave Up outta poverty logically they should give me praise Ouu Hallelujah on my medulla They clap for me cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer I try to teach em how to maneuver without the ruger They say I'm spitting bazookas Cause the flow is medusa That's hard Word to my T Jones If yo neck got beady beads get a heat comb Dogface was trapping hard he had 3 homes I asked my partner how you popping with a preowned Vehicle swear his thinking remedial He drive a Charger but swear it's a Lamborghini Coupe He shop at Zara but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo I get on tracks and do magic just like a genie do ouu One time for the west though Two times for the youngin with the best flow I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke They hear my bars and feel like the God is celestial ouu Hail Mary, mother of God I got a partner selling soft another sell hard They like Genobili on the block ready to catch a charge I got too many friends in low places word to Garth Brooks And ain't no one shook cause ain't no such thing as halfway crook They want us all extinct We halfway look and feel like dinosaurs I ain't hurt just kinda sore By the fact that this time of war brought on us is for kinda poor People who do not mind all sorts of calamity vanity my sanity is Kinda teetring the way They misleading the youth to be some idiots Yep, yep, yep, ouu I said it They gassed up Unleaded, every beat I'm on Be-headed Come at me wrong and get slid like debit Or credit it's the same Just refrain from transactions Fat bad had to get shorty like Gene Hackman E gave me support that was needed to gain traction And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem classic Yuh I ain't lyin I ain't lyin dog We should go diamond with the pressure we applying dog Every beat I get I hit it with that iron claw Be a king that's the only thing a lion taught Yuh Mufasa of mi casa Where I'm from they turn imposters to pasta I'm tryna go from Ramen Noodles to the lobster And pay my momma back for every penny that I cost her Yuh, yuh I ain't playin' with ya Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Lanell Grant, Tobe Nwigwe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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