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Yeah yeah yeah oooh Vinci gone dip for a minute and come back and kill it thats me in a nutshell Pressing you niggas and curling my way to the top gotta treat it like dumbells Smoking that loud wit my niggas we roll on some women and having them bust down Been in my bag like recipes i conform up to no one not giving a fuck oh Vinci gone dip for a minute and come back and kill it thats me in a nutshell Pressing you niggas and curling my way to the top gotta treat it like dumbells Smoking that loud wit my niggas we roll on some women and having them bust down Been in my bag like recipes i conform up to no one now bro turn me up Kobe wit the swish im lord of every ring like frodo shit Riding every wave my bitch the same she likes the pogo stick Hold a grudge like fucked up judges bitch i know your copping this But fuck the cuffing popo hates when tracks in my esophagus You get the point like a line up im gettin the itus You rap in denial like its african rivers Cant fuck up my mileage Im driven you carsick I shake up the game like its poloroid pictures No fighting i finish foes Always whip to the bag want my fendi clothes Shoot the mass and i bet that the men will roll Hate on niggas that grind get minerals been on my shit Hit or Miss How you live when you spit got no click You compute who be losin and monitor fakes nigga Please you be rollin wit those enemies Been pretending the thugs and the hoes where to be Shit i been getting Xs and Os from the freaks While the dubs and the flows over load on the beat Living it up wit the niggas and the hate be diseased Goin loco To soho The glows up in motion The birds eat them all like its rofo devotion Invoked me troll any pro with some notes and Erase it all I want the praise and all Dmv sleep i wake them like impatient moms Music out of state the countries been waiting Got play dates set up for the pussy thats craving The people thats hating they think imma save them im looking in shame Im like Right left back forward no debating You niggas dont want the smoke im too amazing Liam Neeson niggas say the game is taken My set of skills is too particular crazy ill fade any Hooligan my rudiments is ruling who be movin shit been lunatic since a fetus Now you seem to question the crown who the king is Well kick it like tekken if you wanna keep it Young Vinci gone dip for a minute and come back and kill it thats me in a nutshell Pressing you niggas and curling my way to the top gotta treat it like dumbells Smoking that loud wit my niggas we roll on some women and having them bust down Been in my bag like recipes i conform up to no one not giving a fuck oh Vinci gone dip for a minute and come back and kill it thats me in a nutshell Pressing you niggas and curling my way to the top gotta treat it like dumbells Smoking that loud wit my niggas we roll on some women and having them bust down Been in my bag like recipes i conform up to no one not giving a fuck All eyes on who is it you nah All this shit got niggas trippin in my room now No click no shift in the group squad 2020 Got me shut nigga do yall Cause imma kick it like its chan nigga too sharp And while the world gonna burn pull a futon Im gonna watch from a long way gone With my girl body grown with a face like Tsu yung Yeah Oh Hell is becoming personified Some of yall say that you woke but i hear your alarm for the work at this 9 to 5 Yeah wait Pick the slack like denum Claim that we violent when you the ones shooting and doing historical genocide Yeah hey This is my year and i told you Words is a matter of virtue So im comin back with the most truth Yeah oh But i never claim to be conscious Im just a nigga that spitting that poetry up on my mic like i promised Stop it Oh Don't wanna be nobodys prophet Akil got the answers to nothing Akil is the journey we planning to find it Wait yuh So stop all that talkin and nonesense Im doing me so regardless of yall trying fiend imma beast and thats me in a nutshell Whats next Walk to work I mean i guess after household But right now I want fairground Hey Where you at where you been Onna streets burning sins Wit my queen make a scene How we live hella years we was shot we was killed black is back its Akil lemme snap Lemme build my fair ground I might preach i might snap Why you mad get a bag We can breath Who gone have a nigga back When you down nd need yo stag Shout to fake yos in the past Shout to broads that never last
Writer(s): Nazir Slater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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