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1. |
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Tee Money Pla Pla that hoe
Yeah Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Feel like we born to die
Trouble is on my mind
Dealer live on my block
Cookin' up pushin' rock
Kilimanjaro climbs
Tryna get to the top
Killing off my own kind
Talkin' bout israelites
Recognize
Devil on overtime
Put in work overtime
Bang Bang
Got a lil nigga 15 on steam now that's my drop
Point him out he gon' pop
He ain't gon' think about it
Nigga we really bout' it
Running up if you got it
Nigga what's in your wallet
Lord knows that I been wildin'
Going on missions ridin'
Niggas might catch a body
Bout it bout it bout it bout it
I might hit hit a lick and I won't give a fuck about it
Bout it bout it bout it bout it
I see demons in my sleep and I don't speak about em'
See all these dimensions make up God's universe
But this rock we spinning on is indeed the Devil's realm
With that being said, nigga, fuck the world
Bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
Rilla
I get the cake on a day to day
Saint Laurent with the Bathing Ape
I got a show where the lakers play
Whenever I’m tourin I keep a k
I got a crib in the peach state
50 in each safe, I call it a cheesecake (uh)
I gotta keepsafe
& I gotta keepsafe
You can not relate
When I’m in the club I’m paying the Dj
Throw this on replay
Ya shit ain’t that hot you should sell it on eBay
That’s what the streets say
You just a cheapskate
& I need a rollie for each day
Nigga Bang
I was riding round with my gang
7 days 7 nights. Walking round with the cane
With some Grown niggas that’ll take ya chain
& some young niggas trynna make a name
Don’t flench that’s the typa shit that’s gon make them niggas go....
Bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
See this a mission for me
A hog spitting, face slap
Ain't nothing different for me
Pistol gripping to the strip
Like I ain't get my recipe
Treat the block like good dope
Then Terry Silver the scene
Many hooks, No R&B
Chopper sing like the dream
Off key on 1 knee
Like I'm holding a ring
Who but me
Triple x
2 and me in-between
Money green
Chains gold
Pass em out to the team
(Haaan)
Thats how I'm on it
5 on the wrist, that was in the moment
I treat my voice like my car
No lease, I gotta own it
The flow smooth without the rocks
How could you not condone this
I must control this
The flow is wicked
No hokas pokas
All Winter
I'm coke flipping
A dope dealer
Safe filler
My diamonds dancing
A known killer
Motion picture
The flow realer
They never feel ya
You unfamiliar
My youngin’s wildin' pull up & peal ya
Bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
Bet I got niggas in your hood, if I green light you they gon' bang
From the belly of the beast, they send that kite then we gon' bang
Bet you hear it out your window every time we let it bang
Doing damage in these streets, oh sheesh nigga bang
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2. |
Most Hiii
06:00
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Haha
Caught them niggas lacking'
Run to 40, run to 40
My nigga, run to 40
Yerrrr
Hold that door
Good lookin'
Yeah yeah
How much you got nigga?
How much you got?
I got like 2 bands nigga
Iiight bet shit
I see you got a merm n shit now
You got a big boy on
Its big boy season and shit
Yeah nigga
You took that shit right off that nigga back B
Hell yeah
Bout' time we caught them niggas slippin' yo
Dead ass B
Werd
Them niggas been popping all that shit
I knew them niggas since elementary man
Them niggas is not built like that B
Dead ass
Facts
Dead ass
Yo lets split this shit
I gotta go upstairs and call up my probation and shit
Aggghhh
Ima go get some work, Ima come back down though
Yo, this nigga never wanna chill B
What the fuck nigga?!
Man fuck outta here
My nigga
Let him go upstairs and do what he gotta do
Like he said
He gon' come back down with the sour
Yeah nigga
Shit, we gon' smoke nigga
Get high
Nigga chill with your ugly ass muscle head ass nigga
Fuck outta here
Hahaha
Shit
He gone get the smoke and we gone' chill and spit these bars nigga
Fuck
You got your shit written or what?
Yo
Ayo I'm conflicted
Fuck all that conscious shit, we hitting licks
Come up off your shit, we poppin' you know what time it is
Year 06', caught a jux and caught a case
Face a 3-6
Tell your honor I plead the 5th
Ain't no witness ain't no case
Got my co-defendant's faith
Ain't no statements with this mind state
We fly straight
We facing blind fate
Public defender got me irate
Shit, ugh
Wish I could see my mother's face
I could hear my mother saying
Stop repeating your mistakes
Boy they gon' leave you in that cage
Can't believe I'd see the day
That I'd catch a fuckin' break
Have you repeating shit I say
I just hope you here to stay
So Ima make your speakers break
Just like that skin up on your face
When that pigment hit this blade
Leave you astonished and amazed
You fuckin' blade
Yah niggas all late
Yeah we all straight
We blowing haze up in your hallways
All day, nigga we parlay
Aye
I be praying to the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
That's why I stay the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
Said I be praying to the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
That's why I stay the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
I got 5 on it
Smoke
I got 5 on it
Yeah hello?
Yeah Migs wusup, this B****
Gladys' son
Yo I need something man
But yo
Let me talk to you when I see you
You know, shit
I hear you got a lot of shit going on
But umm
I ain't tryna tell what to do or nothing
But you know I wanna see what's going on
You know I grew up with your moms and all that
So when you bring that to me
We could get something to eat or whatever
You know, we gon' chop it up for a little bit iiight
I wear my heart up on my sleeve
And bleed in hopes that I provide for you
Another perspective
When you feel trapped confined to project rules
Just shoot your shot
Get off the block if you don't follow through
Your name will be prayed by dudes
Stuck in the game
As they pour they brews on the pavement
Just look inside of you
I see a lot of promise
Mixed with a lot of problems
I knew your moms and pops
They often fought a lot
You know that orthodox story
Harbored in broken hearts
Be revelatory, regular for me
And as a lil tot
Your grandma played your moms and pops
Your mama lost a lot
She slept in parking lots
The trauma had her smoking rocks
And caught up with the law
Drama galore
Her pain slip off her sleeve
And I know that you seen it all
A toddler shocked
You stuck in awe
You lock your door
To stop yourself from watching more
Conflict
Your moms hit
Altercations, fading your step pops
Your head knot
I'm concerned and shit
That type of turbulence
Would have me shell shocked too
But shit
What am I to do
I'm buying bud from you
I wouldn't even know what I would do if I was you
But nigga you gotta choose
Lil nigga you gotta choose
I be praying to the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
That's why I stay the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
Said I be praying to the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
That's why I stay the Most Hiii
Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii, Most Hiii
Yo
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Matter of fact
Stuck between my block and compadres
Thats a fact
Stuck between my baby pictures
Was innocent niggas
Toddler images
Far from karma sinister, hardly sinners
We torn apart
Marked by systems targeting niggas
I'm God delivered
Wicked stories all in my scriptures
I hardly figured
I would dodge becoming statistic
I guess I'm part of a bigger picture
Who would have figured
Ayo my niggas
I got some shit up on my mind
And I need yah to think about it
Don't talk about it
Let's be about it
Shit we got niggas on the news and you could read about them
Like C*** Squire
My nigga J****
I'm smoking sour
And contemplating for hours
Of this life of ours
Know I could count on all my niggas if its foul encounters
Shit we could turn up on the ops
But can we turn up to a higher power
I'm talking mortgages
Forbs list
Limited liabilities
Fuck all of that poor shit
All we do is pour sip
Hennything is possible
We could be unstoppable
But who am I to talk shit
My life has been more like obstacle courses
Im kicking doors in with these forces
I rap glorious
We born warriors
Stuck in this horrible aura
This beef cooking like a Foreman
Got my cornea open
A potent formula smoking
I got 5 on it
Fuck the world
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3. |
Whiff (Feat.Traffic)
04:52
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I came a long way from the projects
I be the trillest shit I promise
The promise child
A problem child
The kid is an indigo
Spit lyrical miracles
Leave these fuckers in critical
Cause damage
The panic is panoramic
You shoulda ran with
Niggas who know better then to clash with Cassius
When my cash is low and slow like molasses
I always know how to come up the fastest
Tote a burner
I Turner murder your masters
Herding the masses
Burgundy flaggin
Nigga got superior status
Back in Graphics
Shit get real graphic
I’m still stackin’
I’m never lackin’
I’m always packin’
These niggas is always acting
Always asking for niggas to tax em’
I laugh at em’ and blast at em’
Trash rappers and back packers
It’s ash to ashes dust to dust
Your run is up muffukas
So fuck is up
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
It’s Traffic bitch
They calling me the mad rapper
These niggas acting like they hard
Yah some bad actors
Treat the game like the court
This is ball practice
And I run my block
Nigga Barry Sanders
Where I’m from the police can’t stand us
They’ll shoot you in in your back
Even when you put your hands up
So don’t ask me why I run nigga
Cuz more then likely shit
I probably had that gun nigga
Where I’m from it’s always raining
Ain’t no sun nigga
The kids scared to play outside
Ain’t no fun nigga
Grindin’ hard everyday to get some funds nigga
I got 1 fuckin daughter
And I got 6 mother fuckin sons nigga
I’m going hard for em’ all
I ain’t playing witcha
I caught a whiff
I smell the money
Then I come and getcha
I’m that type of nigga that’s waiting in your kitchen
Hop out like Oscar the grouch
And then I get it
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
My click a conscious costar Nostra
Culture vultures
You over owe us
If you approach us
It’s Hocus Pocus
Shit I’m so focused
It’s like I mixed my potion with ocean motions
Your hoe is open
Hoping for me to stroke her
But I keep it flowing
I’m wavy flowing
Tunnel vision so vulgar
7 digits I hold
Cuz 7 figures the focus
You could hold her and console her
I just Run this locomotive
And smoke foes in a moment
And over throw em’
Yo
The game is hopeless
Niggas claiming they bang is jokers
Niggas claiming they slang is dopeless
Rappers rockin’ dresses chokers
That world is over with
Boulders crushing through that O-zone layer shit
Dangerous
Better save your pennies when you praying to your savior kid
I could split 11 layers
Lay it on your favorite
Labor like I’m slavin’ it
Slain you for your bravery
And cater to the panegyrists
Payments on some major shit
Made some change
The only thing that changed
Was the paper
And the way my neighbors live
Left the block
Now they calling Migs a paradox
Unicorn to the flock
Megatron to the ops
If a jackass wanna pop
Meet pandora out the box
You could put me in a box
With the Biggies and the Pacs
When the day a nigga drop
Cuz my shit will never stop
Ima set up open shop
Fuck the politics and the critics
We just spit it how we live it
Just give it a minute nigga
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
Your pockets fat, nigga run that
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
We hitting big, you feel them bills coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming
I been overzealous
Living in the trenches
Living reckless
Catching wreck
And a record
For mine
Niggas is in this
We living to die
Is it fulfilling to witness the blind
Leading the blind
Leave it behind
Niggas is fiending
They needing supply
Seeing subpoenas
And sitting behind
Bars in a prison
And niggas are dying
Claiming you realer
My nigga you lying
Card Ima pull it
Them bullets ill fly
Pull on my trigger
And raise up the crime
Bang for the set
All my niggas ill ride
Nigga you hiii
Tryna take mine
Ima react in a minute
And finish the business
Spinning in cycles
Of killings
On killings on killings on killings
Fighting the feeling
This feeling it feel like I'm fighting my demons
Know it’s on sight when I see him
I got the scoop on your re-up
I got my sig with the beam on it
I got a conscious but need money
Real talk I'm hungry
Got yours
I got mine
It's on me
All day
Due time
We'll see
Eye to eye
Take yours
Now it's mine
It's my time
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4. |
Too Deep
02:46
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah nigga
Fuck is poppin hiii
You already know what time it is nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Ahiii
Deep in this shit
Nigga we lit
Time to get live
Hit up slime
Huntin’ your clique
On the east side
Hit up licks
Hit up hiii
Catch him outside
Let a nigga rip
Yeah we deep deep
On sight like a nigga can’t see see
Pop off on a nigga like 3D
Block hot Ima need my ski ski
I’m hot nigga just got free free
Probation wanna take my pee pee
Got booked but a nigga stay geeked geeked
Wash up a nigga cycle on repeat
That’s easy
Come up off the free free
Robberies
Killer thieves
Drug dealers all around me
Youth fountain tryna drown me
Turn down How could I Be it
When you seen the shit that I’ve seen
Fiends gettin’ high in lobbies
Got a couple in my family
Lil nigga livin’ grimy
Nigga beatin’ on my mommy
93’ be what I be
Ask about me
Deep in this shit
Nigga we lit
Time to get live
Hit up slime
Huntin’ your clique
On the east side
Hit up licks
Hit up hiii
Catch him outside
Let a nigga rip
Yeah
Project buildings got souls in em’
Brought me home to put souls on him
Took my notes I got codes in em’
Stacking Ls
Like he’s no winner
Burners tucked in that cold winter
Label food niggas cold dinner
Medals on em’ like gold winners
Running down we ain’t no sprinters
Click boom
For the rat race
Mask face bandos in your stash place
Got stones up in homes in a half way
Drop zones home growns in a bad way
Bang bang
Put in work for the chain gang
Gang gang
Black mob it ain’t no thang
Insane engrained in the membrane
Friend slain
Shit changed
Niggas deranged
Peep game nigga
Deep in this shit
Nigga we lit
Time to get live
Hit up slime
Huntin’ your clique
On the east side
Hit up licks
Hit up hiii
Catch him outside
Let a nigga rip
Yeah
So many bodies
Don’t anybody
Know anybody
That done made it outside these project walls
Niggas crawl out
We gon pull em’
They fall
Hittin’ rock bottom
They gon’ blame y’all all
What you want
Say something
Face front
Want smoke with a laced blunt
Think not you in danger
Anger something stranger
Danger
We in danger
Deep in this shit
Nigga we lit
Time to get live
Hit up slime
Huntin’ your clique
On the east side
Hit up licks
Hit up hiii
Catch him outside
Let a nigga rip
Trauma
Time to self reflect
Turn that pain into power
Redirect that energy into something positive
Shit
Sometimes growth requires isolation
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5. |
Some Time
03:20
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Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
I’m in my zone
Don’t fuck with me I’m in my zone
All my life I been on my own
My upbringing was so damn cold
Can’t let bitches all in my zone
Can’t let niggas all in my zone
My father left my on my own
I seen wicked all in my home
I face Henny all on my own
I got sour all in my soul
Shit go figure that’s how I cope
Shit get deeper this how I know
Hit these women all in my phone
Just come over fuck all night long
I can’t feel it I’m still alone
When it’s over you’ll hit my phone
And get dial tone
Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
No
Just leave me alone
Ima grow on my own
Fuck the world that you on
You give a fuck about shit that I don’t
All these distractions
I need to disown
People be sleeping
I need to be woke
Searching for riches
I need to evoke
Niggas be hatin’
Cuz niggas is broke
Like
What is it you want from me
Cuz misery loves company
History of gluttony
Is feeling like too much for me
Say that you got love for me
But really you just want from me
Really you just want from me
Really you just want from me
Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
Pendulum swinging
The devil is clinging
My kettle is steaming
This heartbreak is stinging
Said time heals all wounds
Gonna need some time without you
Wanna be alright without you
Gonna be alright without you
I wanna be
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
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6. |
F.T.W.
03:00
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Yeah
Fuck the world that you living on
Let’s fly together
It’s now or never
We’ll survive
And strive through the endeavors
Let’s find a better
Place if it’s ties we gotta severe
Devil applying pressure
Demons slide through these dimensions
Oh did I mention
It’s gonna be rainy stormy weather
Fuck it
Down for what ever
It’s gon’ make the story better
Floating through this creative space
It don’t feel so gracious
Nigga been down to earth
But I’m still elevating
Elevating elevating elevating
Elevating elevating elevating
Elevating elevating
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Ayo it’s grind time
And it’s my time
And it’s prime time
I know that I’m a star
Just like I’m Dion nigga
I’m a king I ain’t no peon nigga
I’m that phenom nigga
Cotton mouth I spit that venom nigga
Blow that fire
Light that grass up
Start this arson
In your garden
Though regardless
Know them snakes up in your tree gon’ slither
Double back and lumber jack
And cut that tree down
Timber
Yeah
Gotta take your chances
Gotta pay your ransoms
Break your shackles
Gotta face your damage
Gotta say your grace
And place your faith
All on embracing passage
Gotta change your values
Gotta light your candles
Gotta day your prayers
And fight your battles
Gotta look inside
Gotta free your mind
Gotta see your light
Though the world is trife
Eyes wide
Gotta recognize through the hard times
Lord knows that I've had mine
Hand to hand
I done bagged dimes
Late nights in that twilight
Street lights
I done seen sights
Night visions obscene right
Had to change up my scene like
Before a nigga went senile
Street dreamin' I see now
People sayin' don't leave now
Had a nigga in denial
Playin' all in that field now
Blame it all on me now
If you could feel what I feel now
You would know what I feel like
I been livin' that real life
Time heals, Ima need mine
All wounds and Ima seal mine
Isolate when that pain strike
Never show it in plain sight
Feel me and you'll feel mine
Bible all on my bedside
I been all in my head like
Tryna live out my best life
Mama stressin' that rent like
Im the one that she confide
Pressure on me to provide
Ima do it no cosigns
Do it all on my own like
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Fuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world
Yo so bro
You just gon' read my shit and not say nothing bro
Heard you
You ain't gotta say nothing
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7. |
2 Worlds Apart
03:10
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Yeah yeah yeah
Right there, right there, right there
That's perfect
This feel like you somewhere in the middle of my shit
We started together, we started together, we started together
Yo
You ever want for a nigga what he ain't want for himself
I'm used to lookin' out for you
But now you lookin' out for me
You can't find me
They say you find yourself
When you by yourself
I guess I'm outta sight outta mind
Shit I should be out your mind
You told me I'm out of mine
It's crazy how I couldn't peep
Pride is blinding
Binding my eyes
With lies I ain't wanna see
What you want for me
Yo my nigga
What you want from me
I paid you what you fronted me
Why'd you front on me
We supposed to be close
You supposed to watch for my back
You brought me backwards the most, my nigga
Nah
Now I don't want no smoke with you
This ain't no beef shit
But if thats how you see it
Then fuck it
I'll test my luck
Since we stuck with mentalities
That drag us back in the bucket
I'm sittin' back in the bucket
A nigga back in the post
I'm tryna get to the bucket
A nigga back in your coast
I found a outlet
Yeah
I'm plugged in
We disconnected
Dawg I'd never expect when
If I blessed you with gestures
I would get the same back
I just did shit no questions
You don't see it my way
Real nigga perspective
Perception is everything
Put respect on my name
All this tension make me wanna put a check on your name
And pay you what I feel I owe you
Guilt trippin' cuz I used to know you
My nigga
I really know you
Know my pride would kill you
If I murder on beat
Words would never hurt, but nigga
Whats the word on the street
Word I carry out your biggest burden
Is your mind right
Your spirit hurting
My nigga
You lookin' nervous
Got some nerve if you thinkin'
I ain't lookin' for my interest
Even if I'm having mixed feelings
Im like a legend when you hear this
Shit
I'm boutta be out
I figured you out
Fuck
You made nigga
Nah
I got nothing left to say nigga but
We started together
We started together
We started together
We started together
Thats it
Thats all I got to say
Yo Marvs
Let that shit rock
Movin' on
To the next dimension
Ooouuu, ooouu
Ouuu ahhhh
Ahhhhh ahhhhhh
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8. |
Where I Come From
05:22
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You ain't coming where I come from
Been through what I been through
Going where I'm gon' go
Walking that yellow brick road
Oh no, oh no, oh no
My development is critical
Go home, go home
Who woulda contemplated
My pops would pop off
And bust in my moms
And left her popped and lost
Before her water popped
Before her shorty dropped
Abortion on her thoughts
Of course she dropped me off
At grandmas spot
Up in the projects
Cuz she jobless
And her pockets
Is spotless
No dollars
In sight
I catch him It's on sight
Thoughts if I saw him
I'll Box on him like Time Warner
With out warning
Nigga disappeared and I got lost and
I took off
I'm popping like pop warner
I Stopped talking
Pop up on your corner
I popped often
Listened to PAC and Nas and often
I started rhyming
I stopped poppin'
I drop coughs on beats
(Cough)
When I'm speaking ill drop coffins
Rappers I mock often
Rappers get knocked off when
They raping and pop off
How they love for drama to pop off
My nigga Stop it
Yah niggas get knocked and turn informants
I don't speak what you speak I'm speaking foreign
If you reaped what I reaped the reaper repeat forewarnings
Warning (repeat)
You ain't coming where I come from
Been through what I been through
Going where I'm gon' go
Walking that yellow brick road
Oh no, oh no, oh no
My development is critical
Go home, go home
Who woulda contemplated
I'm educated
Simultaneously gang related
I Dodged arraignments
And made arrangements
To make some changes that's really gangsta
Paved by the sanctums
Of hand to hand engagements
Of 5 to 1 rations
For 31 seconds
Traded my sentence
For one20 lessons
Plenty repentance
While you pending sentence
Potential felons
To credit semesters
They say I'm blessed
And I should be counting my blessings
Im counting the stresses
Of living with tension
Depression from
The Mention of
My sister living in shelters
She less than fortunate
Kids in a orphanage
Boyfriend is often offin' her shit
I feel like offing his shit
But often I sit
Lost In my thoughts
I'm so far
I can't offer her shit
Sparking my spliff
Plus this cognac I sip
Reminisce
Of days we used to bliss
Ha ha I kid
I should have kid
A lil better me
I'll plant a better seed
I better see a better day
Which ever day is the day
Ya see the end of me
Yeah the end of me
Will you ever see the end of me
You'll never see the end of me
You ain't coming where I come from
Been through what I been through
Going where I'm gon' go
Walking that yellow brick road
Oh no, oh no, oh no
My development is critical
Go home, go home
Will I ever die
Am I immortalized
Did I just prophesies
I contemplate how
My stars would line
I Martyr the rhymes
From scars that I'm plagued with
Bars from your favorite
Would shard on your neighbors
Pardon my layers
My heart is prolly in danger
Far from your stranger
But hardly a savior
Hard to Launder my capers
And pardon mistakes when
My partners and cages
And hauled to the graves
Or they still lost in the Mazes
It's amazing
I praise Yah if I make it
Sometimes my heart get filled with hatred
And I blame it on the anger we raised with
Or the racists that separate us
And trade us for wages
I feel isolated
This is my proclamation
Im contemplating how my name is in relation
To the damnist nation enslaved
Got me caged in a rage
Sometimes I drive in a daze
And realize I got survivors guilt
As I close my eyes and I visualize
A time where living marginalized
Was actualized
Surviving the times we struggled to find
Sublime visions
Need visine
My eyes dry I never cry
I died inside and left my niggas behind
I shine and left em blinded as I'm binded from the bonds to building lobbies
Hoping you hear me properly
But prolly yah niggas won't even copy
Comprehend my intentions
To show you dimensions
Fuck honorable mentions
Get we non collective
And narcoleptic
Niggas don't pay attention
Said niggas don't pay attention
Niggas don't pay attention
So are you coming where I come from
Been through what I been through
Going where I'm gon' go
Walking that yellow brick road
Oh no, oh no, oh no
My development is critical
Go home, go home
Know yourself
Stay focused
Before any two people
(Phone Rings)
Hold on
Yo
Yo my nigga I got some bitches nigga
You gotta come through
Tell that nigga to Bring some bottles too
Oh word
Yeah nigga
Hurry up
Iiight iight iight
Tell him to stop by a liquor store and get some Henny too
Yeah
I'll be right back
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9. |
Come Too
03:02
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Unos, dos, tres, quatros
Real love, real love
I just need that real love, real love
Baby gimme real love, real love
I could hit you with the pull up, pull up
Yeah, yeah
Real love, real love
I just need that real love, real love
Baby gimme real love, real love
I could hit you with the pull up, pull up
Yeah
I been creepin' on the late late, late night
(Yeah)
Freakin' with all these girls
She wan fuck me off the Henny like, like, like
(Yeah)
Link up with me it's a go
Baby bust it wide, wide, wide, wide, wide
(Yeah)
Drop it down on to the floor
I need you to wine, wine, wine, wine, wine
(Yeah)
Throw it on me like a pro
(Yeah)
Everybody know that she a bad bitch
She wan turn up, turn up, turn up on a sabbath
She don' turned some good niggas to some savages
Only fuck with baller niggas for advantage
(Hey)
Touch your toes
Face the floor
For that fetti
Get the dough
We don't know love anymore
But she a freaky nympho though
Let me know if you wit' it
If you wit' it we could go
Girl that pussy made of gold
But this world that I'm going
You won't go, no, no, no
She wanna come too
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna come too
(No, no, no, no)
I just wanna fuck you
(No, no, no, no)
This is what it come to
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said she wanna come too
(No, no, no, no)
I just wanna fuck you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said she wanna come too
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been creepin' on the late late, late night
(Yeah)
Freakin' with all these hoes
I was hoping you would keep it tight iight iight
No, no, no, no, no, no
You done bust it wide, wide, wide, wide, wide
For a nigga you don't know
Now you hittin' my line, yine yine
Cuz you got no where to go
Yo don't be calling on my phone
I'm searching for my purpose
You fucked around and did me dirt
I shoulda did you dirty
You kicked me down when I was hurt
And now you act concerning
You curved and now I'm swervin'
That fake shit make me nervous
Live and learn
And now I look at people
And feel so uncertain
It seem the way the world is turnin'
We forever burnin'
We only showing fake love
If the love returning
Shit I could turn into a savage if you want me to
And I could really do some damage if you want me to
And I could really take advantage if you want me to
And I could really drive you crazy have you cummin' too
Or I could treat you like a lady if you wanted too
And I could have you in Mercedes have you gunnin' too
I need a woman with a mind to brain me
Ima pipe it down and drain it
Nail into your wall and frame it
All night, all night
Make you all mine, all mine
I been creepin' on the late late, late night
(Yeah)
Freakin' with all these girls
She wan fuck me off the Henny like, like, like
(Yeah)
Link up with me it's a go
Baby bust it wide, wide, wide, wide, wide
(Yeah)
Drop it down on to the floor
I need you to wine, wine, wine, wine, wine
(Yeah)
Throw it on me like a pro
(Yeah)
Real love, real love
I just need that real love, real love
Baby gimme real love, real love
I could hit you with the pull up, pull up
Yeah, yeah
Real love, real love
I just need that real love, real love
Baby gimme real love, real love
I could hit you with the pull up, pull up
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10. |
Run My World
03:41
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check check check
Shit
Niggas been through mad shit
It's iiight though
We ain't even phased
I look in the mirror, see the trillest nigga in the world
Through all the bullshit I came up, now its fuck the world
My bitch wanna do me dirt, I scoop another girl
I took a look deep inside, and now I run my world
Let the pain go through
If it don't kill you
Nigga keep it moving, yeah
Gotta play your moves, right
I done sang my blues
Now the faces blue
On the franklins withdrew
Nigga we came from issues
And cases judicial
Nigga
I got a bag today
Fuck'd you do
Bunch of views on the YouTube
New Benz with the moon roof
100 grand like oouu oouu
New numbers sudoku
For the sayings no Goku
I been standing on my own two
I ain't even gon' hold you
I be bustin' mad dope moves
Lil boy fresh
When the boy vexed
I deploy chess moves
To get up out the jects, ugh
King shifts, keen shit
Ain't no time to rest
Beastin' beastin'
Nigga I'm the lock-nest monster
Locked inside this prophet
Profits gold deposits
Over shot my goals
I'm poppin
Flow the hottest
Lava off your top
Your corpse will drop
In coffin slots
Your moms and pops will drop tears
Fuck next
Nigga this is my year
I look in the mirror, see the trillest nigga in the world
Through all the bullshit I came up, now its fuck the world
My bitch wanna do me dirt, I scoop another girl
I took a look deep inside, and now I run my world
Let the pain go through
If it don't kill you
Nigga keep it moving, yeah
Gotta play your moves, right
I done sang my blues
Now the faces blue
On the franklins withdrew
Nigga we came from issues
And cases judicial
I'm autonomous
To the bullshit
Ducking negative
Vibes real quick
Got my walls up
This enclave
Cut em' all off
They all lame
When you tryna grow
Niggas gon' hate
Gotta find road
In your own lane
When you find soul
You don't hold pain
You just let go
Of your old ways
Check yourself
Before you wreck yourself
That self reflection
Secret weapon
Lethal if you keep it
I just keep it G
Spread peace
I don't really want your sympathy
All we really lack is empathy
Empty spirits can't attach to me
Curve and dubbin' all your faculty
Tell your favorite rapper rest in peace
I look in the mirror, see the trillest nigga in the world
Through all the bullshit I came up, now its fuck the world
My bitch wanna do me dirt, I scoop another girl
I took a look deep inside, and now I run my world
Let the pain go through
If it don't kill you
Nigga keep it moving, yeah
Gotta play your moves, right
I done sang my blues
Now the faces blue
On the franklins withdrew
Nigga we came from issues
And cases judicial
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Oh shit
We done fuckin' came up
Hit a lick
Ayo T-Time
We ain't gotta sell that shit no more nigga
We good
We lit nigga
We bout to make it nigga
Oh shit
Damn I gotta call my moms man
Shit Crazy
She gon' be crazy
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11. |
Take Off
03:27
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Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga
Get the fuck from around me lil nigga, you a
Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga
Get the fuck from around me lil nigga, you a
Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga
Get the fuck from around me lil nigga, you a
Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga, Fuck nigga
I be propagating positive energy to the universe
Flowing universal
Universal wanna sign me
Yeah, Niggas wanna rhyme with me
Can't vibe with me
Split a check
Split a buck with me
Spit a cut
Spit a razor
Give a buck 50
To keep it a buck
Yo, nigga fuck a rat race
Having freedom pays
Malcolm turning in his grave
Niggas trappin' he amazed
I need VMAs
Grammy for my grammer
My grandma gon' be amazed
Man this ain't Sean Blaze
I get jiggy wit' it
He so city wit' it
Keep a milli wit' him
Yeah he really wit' it
GOAT nigga he billy wit' it
God Damn
Hopin' that my shit clink
Cuz my old links got a nigga on the brink
Got me prayin' God damn
Niggas don't think
Everybody watchin'
I be movin' nigga don't blink
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone he gone
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone take off
Need a bag for a show
Tell me if I cool out now
How the fuck Im ever gon' blow
Need a bag for a verse
Put a whack nigga in the dirt
Turn a rapper to a casualty though
Nigga put in work
Ain't no damn way Im going back to them 28 grams in a O
Jumpin' off the earth
All this damn weight on my shoulders
But I push it like the gravity low
Gotta stay alert
First they love me
Then they hate me
Then they love me
Then they block me
Now they wanna lurk
Damn niggas got some nerve
Don't you know that hatin' ass
Switchin' ass
Fuck shit be gettin' on my nerves
Nigga what I look like
You curved
Gotta keep my eye wide
That third
Bout' to be a long ride
I swerve
I be grindin' all night
Better learn
I could show you how to earn
Go from projects to the burbs
I could turn low money
Multiply it from the 1st to the 3rd
Werd
Make a bag flip
Mad sick
Like a bad bitch
Doin' backflips
On the mattress
Of a young fly trap nigga
Livin' lavish
Established
Mad shit
Mad rich
Yeah we gettin' money outlandish
Don't you see a nigga doin' damage
Nigga bout' to have the whole fam lit
Coming for the thrown, goin' Hamlet
Sheesh
Clutchin' more drive then the Van Wyck
Sheesh
Fuck the 12 killin' on some HAM shit
Sheesh
Got me rollin' holdin' on my ratchet
Sheesh
Nigga went from bandos with the bandits
Facts
To copin' on a condo, I'm the man bitch
Facts
Start a label nigga we expanding
Damn
Nigga Shootin' off like a cannon
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone he gone
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone take off
Need a bag for a show
Tell me if I cool out now
How the fuck Im ever gon' blow
Need a bag for a verse
Put a whack nigga in the dirt
Turn a rapper to a casualty though
Nigga put in work
Ain't no damn way Im going back to them 28 grams in a O
Jumpin' off the earth
All this damn weight on my shoulders
But I push it like the gravity low
Hmm, Gotta keep the family close
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TruRebel Migs New York, New York
TruRebel Migs’ style is a timeless poetic mixture of clever wordplay, complex rhyme scheme and barrages of double and triple entendre served on a platter melodically. He is also the founder and C.E.O. of TruRebels™️, a Multi-purpose company and organization that propagates it’s messages to the masses through music and fashion as well as other forms of visual art. ... more
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