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Legacy (feat. Ubi)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Locksmith
Locksmith
Performer
K.A.A.N.
K.A.A.N.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Locksmith
Locksmith
Songwriter
K.A.A.N.
K.A.A.N.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Decap
Decap
Producer
Arctic Beats
Arctic Beats
Producer

Lyrics

DECAP It's complicated Read between the lines if you want the statement I don't even listen to niggas, I'm killing off most of these motherfuckers, digging they ditches This feel like I wrote it in a graveyard Elevated to this level, you ain't on my radar Making a fucking mess, I attest Let 'em rest in peace, capiche, god bless Yes, you are now fucking with the best Coast to coast, down south, east to west Assess, your situation 'fore you take a step I'm a mad man, tell 'em I did this shit for a rep Connect, with legends, I only wanted respect I'm a venomous villain, I sink fangs in your neck, yes yes I'm spitting ridiculous, I am blessed I been coming to collect, I'm like the IRS, yes god I ain't took a loss in a minute, who the fuck said that I'm finished? Running to the goal with the team on my back like [?] Y'all pussy muhfucker look timid I don't want sit with nobody on the sideline sitting, to be honest nigga I prefer winning Ain't no limit how far I could take my vision, I'd die behind the shit that I'm spitting Shit can get darker than Riddick, I martyr them niggas I'm looking like a god to you niggas, it's hard for you niggas They acting like they couldn't tell the difference between the real and the image The minute I made a mark, I been a marksman with the pen I'm in the zone, I can't be stopped and I am hoping that I offend Again, one of the illest, I am him Over they heads, atop brims I could give a fuck what you think, bitch I know I'm top ten Damn, let that last line sink in, I am one with the BPM Humble these men Tell them niggas please calm down, I don't wanna have to hurt no clowns I am in a circus, I can hear the serpents lurking I can snake charm with the verses, mercy, mercy, stay outta my lane no merging Killing everything I'm purging, working, god I had to connect with the Locksmith And that's a Bay Area prophet [?], lyrical militia, sick of the sickest, sound like I'm vicious Ain't this shit everything you envisioned? They follow a nigga like a religion Handle my business, you know what the deal is It's a guarantee they finished Look Cosign, ghost rhyme, dick ride, hoe shit Y'all niggas do anything for a bag so bag up the truth, that's a lil gift Y'all follow suit 'cause y'all used to the status They follow you 'cause your viewerships padded They say what I do's a huge disadvantage To leave yourself muted, dilution mechanics Localised rappers don't vocalize love They know I'm a threat that they swept under rug I don't lust hype, maybe the dust mights, just type Hoe positive is your blood type, cut ties You and I never align I would never give away leverage just to leverage a dime You would never give me my credit, left it denied If you ever decide that's when your legacy dies, you niggas Full of jealousy, overlooking obsessively what I do, what I do is necessity That's repressing me, never an opening, put the pen down in his direction Insurrection, it got me in the visitors section So what's the price quote on a quotable I ain't rapping with y'all, your catalogue disposable I ain't laugh at it all, your lack of thought is notable Expect a vision, my recognition is overdue I give a fuck what the fuss 'bout, sus how, y'all ride waves like a bus route You niggas spend more time online on Clubhouse than you do at your cubs house Cussed out just for mentioning any part of my name, hard to explain the sitch you in Niggas make careers off of kissing ass, give a pass [?] benefits, then defend his past Paddling past rappers that's traveling ass backwards Harassing you rap staffers who try to kiss ass after I planted my flag by taking the scraps you had Making a mountain of crabs that burn down as I laugh after This is the last chapter I'm speaking from I will not deceive or receive shit to be seen as such None of you demons seem to be speaking up Keep in touch, I'ma keep preaching until I reach the cusp Cuffing my [?], inching away from you niggas testing my instinct Fuck a toilet bowl, pissing in sink, in synchronicity dissing me when I spit, blink You gon' need more than a face covering, hovering over every detail when you fail, summon me Some of you rappers ain't wanna sacrifice Here's some bad advice, take the bag, have a average life
Writer(s): Nicholas John Piantedosi, Davood Ali Asgari, Unknown Writers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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