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Breakheart Reservation Got a new meaning, new steps that I'm taking Trynna find my place, shorty looking up my placements (Yeah) My intuition guiding me I hate it when it make sense Hated for the greatness Jaded in this life because I look before I take steps (Yeah) Dying on my feet I'll stand my ground before I play dead Heard em talkin' shit and seen em kick it wit the same friends Had some horror story nights I promise you I hate feds Yeah (Hate them niggas) But I promise you I ain't scared Moving on up like the Jeffersons when the pressure lit Check a bitch nigga my messages go through skeletons Elephant all up in the room that I'm steppin' in (That I'm Steppin' in) I was born a king like I'm Martin and Corretta's kid (Yeah) I'll be on my Huey if I ever gotta send a hit Niggas say they knew me but they never tried to lend a hand (Nah) Different situations and I had to be the better man So I'm in the V alone but Virgil's what I'm steppin' in (So I'm in the V alone but Virgil is what I'm steppin' in) Yeah So I'm in the V alone but Virgil's what I'm steppin' in Right upon my street I seen em hurling off the medicine Typa shit that really make me grateful wit my pen in hand Pray to God I never lose my mental or my etiquette Feeling like I'm Edison lighting trynna strike my head Smoother than Lando on the Death Star Mess around and you and yo mans gon' catch a left arm Only speak the truth I be treating raps like a memoir Call it if you meant war ballin in the benz car Yeah, Only speak the truth I be treating raps like a memoir Call it if you meant war Call it if you meant war ballin in the benz car Yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): T. Summers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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