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Message To The Label" Greatness, nigga this greatness Whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness Whole lot of hustling, whole lot of grinding Whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness Whole lot of grinding, whole lot of hustling Whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness You knew better you'd do better All these motherfuckers stealing my flow On they songs lord knows imma trend setter I'm a neighborhood dope dealer Mo' whips than the car dealer You ain't nothing but a seat filler Bars after bars I'm a well known beat killer 20 grams for the chinchilla Diamonds cooler than the windchiller My nigga P got the plug on the villas He just call up and talk up [?] 100K for the weekend, nigga living like a kingpin I'm a shark to you rap niggas Cos y'all scared of the deep end So fuck them niggas not no apologetic I'm copacetic my genetics is the real nigga You too pathetic where the medic I'm an ill nigga Ahead of time, paralyzed don't feel niggas God flow this the god flow Million dollar convos in the condo Say my name turn a lame into John Doe When them shots rain better have your poncho Big dog talking big shit I wish a nigga would on my wishlist They don't wanna see me pissed If I ever hear a diss that's a walk in the park That's a picnic A nigga sick of being patient Ain't doing them another favor You looking at the beast of the south And the words out my mouth this a message to the label Greatness, nigga this greatness Whole lot of hustling, whole lot of grinding Whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness So shut the fuck up and let make it A whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness A whole lot of grinding, a whole lot of hustling A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness Tell Stunna have the yacht ready Tell Diddy I'm ciroc ready Pockets fatter than a pot belly Young nigga with the gameplan Been the realest since I came in They don't want no problems with the boy I remain at a poise like Floyd at the weigh-in I got a model with the ring side I'ma fuck her on the king side And every nigga that was hating back then Back when know they still selling bean pies I'm the nigga that they wanna be I got the motherfucking recipe I be chilling with the zoes I be cooking up the flows Then I gave it to the industry I'm the illest no debating Hottest in the making I should tell that shit to Satan Pull up in the latest like a real nigga made it Bought a crib and then skated Who the fuck is underrated ha I want a mil for my new deal Whole box full of benadryl Cos these lame niggas sick on me And when I die have this playing at my ceremony Greatness, nigga this greatness A whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness So shut the fuck up and lets make it A whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness A whole lot of grinding, a whole lot of hustling A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness Nigga this greatness, nigga we made it Nigga this greatness, nigga this greatness Whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness A whole lot of hustling, a whole lot of grinding A whole lot of patience Greatness, nigga this greatness So shut the fuck up and let make it So shut the fuck up and let make it Let me make it, greatness
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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