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[Verse 1]
All I want is riches and cheques are looking past due
I'm ripping records so these niggaz want to rap too
Half a decade on my belt I done lapped crews
Should of been a lapidary all I do is stack jewels
They leanin like they took bacardi to the chest
I went and put the record into cardiac arrest
I came up on the drums with some cognac and x
So a flatline, is really part of the success
I'm getting to whatever wherever it's at
How they clapping and don't know where Coretta is at
They touching paper but I lay where the cheddar is at
Run in the class, for that fetta a sub'll get wrapped
They tryna get in where they fit in, my living isn't fitting
So I'm breaking in and taking like I repo for a living
My niggaz told me doors I got to kick in 'til I'm on
So I stood a wrote a song for all my niggaz into winnings
[Chorus]
Life's short but time's shorter
I need more hours in a day to meet my quotas
I'm tryna acquire property by the border
And my team is in need of some better lawyers
I came, I saw
I left bitch niggaz in awe, look
Look I came, I saw
Now who the F*** really want it with the squad
[Verse 2]
Nobody 'cause we killing instrumentals, russian roulette
With a full clip bang! The barrell spins into your temple
Watch me murder aspirations as my pen perspires against
The page of my frontal lobe, claim that you come to blow
Well hello, nobody's hoping
It's a sad realization that you couldn't hope to cope with
You gon end up nothing but the butt of somebodys joke if you lucky
Couldn't pull my train away if you was a locomotive sonny
Stab myself in the back 'fore I be caught dead fronting
It's open season I'm head hunting for you dears running
State the facts gladly patronized while you plagarize
Smile and wave goodbye plummet to your great demize
You niggaz weak, any predator of yours is prolly prey of mine
So I suggest you try lying dormant
'cause I done caked up funk flexin with a Hot 97
Now that's a sweet sixteen with some fire on it, uh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no discussion when we hit the stage demand respect
BG in your area a side effect you'll recollect even doubters come correct
With loyalty I've learned you pay a fine price
I could justify the facts can't trust nobody with the knife
When opportunity knocks at the door
Guaranteed it'll jab you right in the back
Give it all yet they want more
Well I've got two fingers for that
Yeah your time is up and the pressure is on
Who do I need when I been alone
If I'm out of my mind please excuse me
As an MC I'm tryna claim my throne
Got into drugs but I cut down
Sober so what's up now
They're quick to judge but I'm
Only being honest doesn't that count
Enough is never enough
I know sex sells but I ain't no slut
Never had it easy, never took the easy way out
So I ain't planning on giving it up
It's a black out when Mac's out
So you know we brought the straps out
And I don't really give a F what you rap about
When my teams around me you tap out uh
Yeah people mad aggravated by our power
It's proven we can't be stopped yet they clocking us by the hour
[Chorus]
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I'm On [Prod. by CyFyre]
03:11
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[Verse 1]
New year, new grind, it's a new day
And about time I'm discovered
My city show love but getting and giving hugs
Ain't enough for what I do to get through summers
My passion don't know sleep my dreams are riddled with pain
You ever realize you'll never be little again?
You ever realize, sitting with a 45'll
Take away and never ever rekindle the slain
I'm a runaway, on a runaway train
Tryna find another way out the game
Chained as a victim with an eye on my dreams flights
Praying to god I don't miss'em
I'm a runaway, on a run away rapping
2 shots cold and ain't damn near catch him
It's Black Glovez if you didn't know the movement
I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints
[Chorus]
I'm On
You ever realize you'll never be little again?
I'm On
I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints
[Verse 2]
Depression ain't a joke so I lend a helping hand
To anybody who feels their life is coming to an end
I been shackled commited to the struggle
As a full time patient I tried avoiding trouble
But everywhere I go it seems to tag along
I'm trapped in a universe where I don't belong
Where family become foes' women become hoes
Betrayal is now the norm don't act like you didn't know
With every lie swear my breaks a little more
Now I'm ready for the truth what you waiting for?
Honestly you never know when the plot thickens
My clocks ticking, will I get shot or get caught trippin
The futures in your hands don't let it slip away
Go chase that trust me it's worth the wait
I downplay my image just to be heard
If I ain't confort in lies I rather respect my word
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Always hear'em talking how they sell dope
But real G's never tell folk, the day that
Fake correlates with my name be the day that hell froze
I keep it underground like Harriet Tubmans railroad
Women love me by the way I dig'em out
Plus I know' this year, my mind is on a different route
Getting to the money still strive for intelligence
Mindstate on a level where you deprived and never been
It's all work no sleep where I be
In my room 7 days a week plotting a smash
To uplift ya' like you needed a boost
No matter what I do I'm keeping it true
F friends, F niggaz, F hoes, F bitches
I don't need nothing to nobody 'cept a little
OT show money get it poppin, my city 'bout the weed
Women, weather you would think the kid live in Compton
I been sick' since I was sixteen though
See it but I can't get passed like screen doors
Trying to be the one fans scream for
Watch a zero turn hero scavenger to beast mode
Had to let the streets know' young boy
With a mean flow soul like Nat King' Cole
They say they love me but that's only for the money
So fuck it I gave her all of my luggage and hit the ground running
Never turned back though' ain't let me in through the front
So I slipped through the back door I'm finna blow
So' I take a trip out to Europe, Switzerland
England, France back to Zurich I'll be back
Sooner or later middle finger screwin you haters
I'm just pursuing my paper nobody doing me favors
I did it all on my own' been the man of the house
Since I was a youngin my nigga I'm grown and I'm on
[Outro]
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I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints
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