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[Verse 1:Phil Ade] Fall back, all that is not necessary Young Phil, got your girl wetter than an estuary! Yes, the very ***** Thats the best of every spitter Son I got so many hits my **** could make barry bitter They reiterate my rhymes, grab my dinner plate it’s time to eat I find a beat and bond, i be on my Sean Connery Yall blind in trying to see Mr Invisible And you can't take me to school i'm already the principal Since the door, i been in it to win it, couldn’t see my shine Coming then your vision is tinted! Eyes ******, roll one and then pass it around Fresh to death, ima have the best casket in town Riding 4′s down the road while we blasting the sound Life ain't promised tomorrow and so we bask in it now If you give em a inch they gon ask for a mile but **** the hating at the bank i’ll be the last one to smile… WORD (Chorus) [Verse 2:RAtheMC] You dont really want it, you don't really want it Once i load up on 16′s like i write em by the hundred! Got a pocket full of hundreds and a duffle bag of Euro’s Over these big dreams i be spitting in your earlobe Tell a hater what i care for, what are you even in here for? You something like a 10 if you take away the zero And my team bout to win we be stacking on them zero’s They telling me im fly, maybe i'ma superhero!? Maybe i was just bored, i ain't know i would be this good Never thought i’d make it on the mic from out of this hood Nah…No figure, go go go figure i dropped the LP they saying it’s so realer… Iller! And other bammas fake like henna And i be giving you all of these moments to remember, yeah… they telling me “Ra don't spaz yet!” I'm buying stock out Nasdaq, cash dat! (Chorus) [Verse 3:Javier Starks] If you said i was hollering death before dishonor your honor i plead guilty! Haters feel free, i pledge allegiance to the REAL me… Stand like i'm on trial, never fold it’s COLD Folks calling me Creasy YOOoo, knowing the man on fire OH! All eyes on us cause we never been called liars Reside with the best, with the rest the kids severing ALL ties… Pacing my grind no time to chill I see the green in their eyes like the faces you find on a dollar bill… They told me that i wouldn't make it succeeding was something that i wasn't meant to do And nobody lended a hand cause nobody cared cause they wasn't in my shoes! Imma be winning yo whether the weather be bad or whether the weather be good Still up on the grind, steady on the move, stay up in the booth and still i'm forever hood We bout to slaughter the coast, he she and me a dream team, yo the squadron is dope! EASY, DC M!das offer em hope if they don't get it..? they don't get it like the washington post!
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