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Letras
[Verse 1]
Joe Black
Mr. Rillionaire, Link Up TV
Behind Barz
New season
Let's go
[Verse 2]
I used to listen to Baseman
Until the feds locked shockers up
Free the wave, free the wave
It's a lotta stuff
And now we got that out the way
Let's push this music out and put the profit in the safe
Free up all my real **** locked up in the cage
You know the sayin'
Every dog will have his day
[Verse 3]
Behind Barz this is take seven
You're lookin' at the real underrated legend
Who's harder than blacks?
None of these artists can rap
Put us in a booth
I'll rip 'em apart on a track
[Verse 4]
'Cause flow for flow, bar for bar they can't match
I been away for a minute
But word to miss, his caller is back
[Verse 5]
You know how many potholes I had to drive over?
You know how many obstacles I had to climb over?
Bipolar in a fly motor
I used to supply cold cut to the white smokers
I used to bag these O's up with my eyes closed up
Used to lick shots from a motor in a high roller
Used to light the crow up, never grind sober
Used to circle every day until the line blowed up
[Verse 6]
They got me back on my shit
Ignorant as fuck, most of these rappers are shit
And I ain't friends with 'em
And I don't wanna be neither
I don't pretend with 'em
Think I'm really bothered what he does?
[Verse 7]
And the mandem beggin' me to post their shit
That's a insult
Bruddah, I'm only postin' what I thinks dope
I been on my grind
Tryna' round up them pink notes
Back when Giggs and Blade had a gun
That could sink boats
[Verse 8]
Look, I was really out there killin' roads
When Young Tess was Y-O
And Mo Stacks was Little Mo
And they don't wanna see my **** blow
They don't wanna see big squeaks hit the roads
They don't wanna see us on them stages killin' shows
Feminine rappers
Why you think they're wearin' women's clothes?
Why you think none of these rap **** can ring my phone?
'Cause when they do, all they gettin' is the busy tone
[Verse 9]
The busy tone, 'cause I'm busy bro
And nah, I don't wanna check your new video
And I don't wanna check your new tracks out on Soundcloud
I don't care what you're workin' on, or whats out now
Tunnel vision, that's word to Kodak
Your favorite rapper grew up listenin' to Joe Black
I motivated a generation to get this paper
I pray to Father God that the money would never change us
I told 'em that I'd rather be rich than be famous
I got scars all over my body
But the AP is stainless
Its med-head
When I'm smokin' on my flavors
No fuckboys, only real g's on my playlist
[Verse 10]
Like, when did this turn into a fashion show?
Like where the fuck did all the rappers go?
Like, whey they flexin' like that?
I'm scratchin' my head
I'm thinkin', "Why they dressin' like that?"
[Verse 11]
My era, we was never like that
Rillionaire 2, I'ma bring the essence right back
Free all my bros, they got jammed up
Real life, a couple lifters in my fan club
Not long before they free Jammer
Big up LC and the man
They show me mad love
Consistency's the key
I'll keep tearin' these tracks up
'Cause I'm the best, just give me a minute to catch up
It's Blacks
[Verse 12]
Link Up TV, new season
Behind Barz
Big up all the mandem
B&B, Rillionare 2
Danno, free all the ****