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Produced by: The Entreproducers [Verse 1 : Dessy Hinds] Check, I been flowing Extra proficiently when the beat blowing out the system I only trust stereo systems nigga, not the system Got slicker rhythms, they tryna log on like logarithms Shit, gimme a beat and a sheet and I'll make a nigga listen From junior high school, rapping was a precise tool Never had the luxury of spending guap for nice jewels Only had the voice of a amateur, so I damaged the hits When a nigga spit like he took a tip off that cannabis My nigga Joey handed us the fountain of youth, flow better than fountains I been wishing well for wishing wells to make my wish true Bad hoes undercover, they wanna love this brother Cause I'm known to love the others while I'm under covers That's just another nigga sitting stoop up in the group Only making music cause he wanna hear it from the coupe Y'all niggas got smart off my verses and palindromes The closest thing y'all caught in my lines was a sickly syndrome And when it's hunger time, best believe that I'mma eat Either it's gon' be a she, or she gonna have to give me beats Put PEEP on repeat when I go hard in the engineering seat Thinking deep, cause that's how digging deep make niggas not sleep Circulating anticipation of having niggas waiting For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation I used to say I couldn't live without my radio But in this day and age, all I gotta do is play me doe I keeps it verbal, Pro Era got that herbal And joint so hot it makes your body want a thermal You worry about your song put on rotation I'm worried 'bout the underground not playing this loud in aspiration Drop bombs like detonations cause my calculation's stimulatin' And still y'all waiting, just waiting to start y'all playa hating And I ain't saying I'm not about the promo I'm all about these hoes who be shaking it like snow globes [Verse 2 :Capital STEEZ] It’s the same old hundreds jeans, just another teen The beard kinda scruffy, but I refuse to cut it clean Dark chocolate but it's colored green Forty ounces, red lipstick and yellow submarines We headlinin' like tape-ups These lady cops are flashing headlights like a-cups And Kirk said them hipster girls gone wild So I'm proud to say we sending shirts outta style 70k and my inbox filled up Firewalls, I got my empire all built up I know Rome wasn't built in a day, I live where I lay Roaming, rolling stone that begins with an A Nomadic, know him as the flow addict Buzzing in your ear like headphone static Attack of the Clones like drones crashed landed So I know we ain't alone on this planet It's Bruh Man from the 5th dimension, I got these bitches stressing I never love 'em, I just balance out they imperfections So skip the questions, don't worry about what chick I'm texting She on a verge in a split second, I wrecked it Came back with the freestyle And I don't know what I'm gonna say, it's on me now Dee got the camera, but I ain't got to flash it Niggas know I blast it, but I don't fuck with acid Shit, I said I don't fuck with asses Unless she's go and pass it to the Prodies when I smash it This one here, I say that's a classic Niggas call me Steelo, I don't know [Verse 3 : Nyck Caution] Welcome to the land that make you lock your door They dig until they spot your core The cops ignore You buried in the park by the commodores Navy fleet plunging We pray the peace coming But they aim and release Play and scheme, leave our dreams gushing Flaws never mentioned when it's Nyck And these floor measurements need to elevate a bit So celebrate and wish You can spend a day with all of us Drink the Chardonnay and then I excavate her clit Damn I be dirty, Jay keep it rocking if I send him bricks Profit for my partners, we be on that forty-seven shit I'm socking all of mankind if these dudes try to jack this Thumb tack slap with a cactus, I crash mad chicks Because I'm fly ho, it's the live pro Hydro, keep my eyes low And this potion got me potent, coast to coast I'm trying to get that point back like Derrick Rose is Too cold, my heart is frozen, the scars are showing Sparta focus and I'm dope like Macaulay Culkin Yeah, and now they let the hero win, and madame I just want the whole damn thing or I zero in Motherfucker, who you thought it was? It's Nyck Caution from the suburbs Huh, yeah, like what the fuck you thought it was?
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