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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric J Rivera
Eric J Rivera
Songwriter
Clifford Smith Jr
Clifford Smith Jr
Songwriter

गाने

Got these rappers out here lying bout the truth
Even though his family black
Thoughthe was lieng bout his roots
And his tooth faced the gangsters out here
Lying bout the truth
If this their the stiarway to heaven, leave them lying on the stoop
Tony Stark's in this element, got iron in my group
Some people dying is evident, I'm ironing my suit
Y'all got gasoline drawers and fire in your boots
Some fire in squad fire, I say fire and they shoot
You sliding on ball tires, just retire and regroup
If the troops are not as inspired, my requirements recruit
To my environment's youth, I'm a general salute
Y'all chasing the clout chasers, that's a trivial pursuit
I'm the type to pay attention and recoup
And any payment from pagans, who would Satan I rebute
I'm the proof, that hit him like a fact you can't refute
Don't be a lion in the jungle, or be lying in the booth
We're motivated by a form of payment, the form is like an abstract painting
Your goals have been outdated, we outplayed them
Vocal speech and intense training, smooth when we grace the pavement
We're motivated by a form of payment, the form is like an abstract painting
Your goals have been outdated, we outplayed them
Vocal speech and intense training, smooth when we grace the pavement
Itty barb and M.E.T, H.O.D, rest in peace O.D.B
Cash rules everything around me, 36 chambers, hard drive filled with bangers
To this hip hop, I'm no stranger, studied the manuscripts
Bandages on both wrists, right with two hands, I'm ambidextrous
I'm level headed, you in the sky lookin' for spaceships
Watch the devil, he shapeshifts, you lookin' for trouble, well here it is
On wax, master killer, produce beats like RZA
Genius like Gza, speak phantom like Ugod
Chef this track up like Raekwon, protect your neck, uncontrolled substance
Inspect the deck, my pen broke the desk, the door to the game has been opened up
It's too heavy to be loaded on ton trucks, sound off the bells of war
Metaphors, hellhounds from Satan's door
Kill em all, on an award tour, even the score
They're all dead in last place, supreme clientele, Ghostface
Dope stance with the rope chain, blow flames, propane
My mic kick back, leave bloodstains on your champagne
This is the fifth of Henny, came from the bottom where we scraped pennies
Now we have plenty
We're motivated by a form of payment, the form is like an abstract painting
Your goals have been outdated, we outplayed them
Vocal speech and intense training, smooth when we grace the pavement
We're motivated by a form of payment, the form is like an abstract painting
Your goals have been outdated, we outplayed them
Vocal speech and intense training, smooth when we grace the pavementse training, smooth when we grace the pavement
Written by: Clifford Smith Jr, Eric J Rivera
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