They gon' need a moment, I just need a second
Ya'll just wait on it I need the means to get it
I get X amount a year slaving all day so I can eat
But I ain't seeing seconds
Deaded it now this the ressurection
Show up to my city I might get a section
I might open up but still I close it down
And I might kiss a baby this my tenth election
Lethal weapon, shit is more than a trilogy
100 shows and couple hoes
300 hundred tracks and I stuck to facts
And they f*ck with that so they're finally getting me
Get off the phetamines, man my mind in the realeast state
Try to brainwash my people, wont seal our fate cause your ceiling fake
No religion I believe energy so stay mad and you can feel the hate
Double up find your ark shoot your shot and get some real estate
LT are you signed yet I said stay tuned it's my deal to make
You cuff and I ask is shes yours? Not for me to say i'm not seeing straight
I want all the smoke and a pot pie
Ya'll take shots like crossed eyes
Swear me, you should not try
This the T virus I cannot die
Through the gates begin to f*ck up the planet
And now they're asking how he got by
Higher degree but not higher than me
And i'm never salty bout' a small fry
Seen the truth and now it's all lies
That aint mob ties, you the fall guy
Robbed blind at the stop sign
And they crowd around like I brought lines
Unpredictable as ever, bet it
All these different combinations to get it
Told em' twice but they forgot that I said it
I came to remind them I wanna be legend
Shot is wetty like i'm Mo Pete
Sweat is heavy and I won't sleep
On stage got long range, you can play a pick but I go deep
Through the city i'm gonna creep
I ain't looking for floor seats
Home base got not cleats
I don't collect and they don't eat
Hope they came to play if they gon' step in the field
Rookie hype but got a veteran feel
Talk about it like you get it for real
Take a second dog you destined to chill
I been to hell and back
Pot still call the kettle black
Bad times make a loud noise
Dog but I dont ever wanna sell em that, I put the work in
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They gon' need a moment, I just need a second
Ya'll just wait on it I need the means to get it
I get X amount a year slaving all day so I can eat
But I ain't seeing seconds
Deaded it now this the ressurection
Show up to my city I might get a section
I might open up but still I close it down
And I might kiss a baby this my tenth election
Lethal weapon, shit is more than a trilogy
100 shows and couple hoes
300 hundred tracks and I stuck to facts
And they f*ck with that so they're finally getting me
Get off the phetamines, man my mind in the realeast state
Try to brainwash my people, wont seal our fate cause your ceiling fake
No religion I believe energy so stay mad and you can feel the hate
Double up find your ark shoot your shot and get some real estate
LT are you signed yet I said stay tuned it's my deal to make
You cuff and I ask is shes yours? Not for me to say i'm not seeing straight
I want all the smoke and a pot pie
Ya'll take shots like crossed eyes
Swear me, you should not try
This the T virus I cannot die
Through the gates begin to f*ck up the planet
And now they're asking how he got by
Higher degree but not higher than me
And i'm never salty bout' a small fry
Seen the truth and now it's all lies
That aint mob ties, you the fall guy
Robbed blind at the stop sign
And they crowd around like I brought lines
Unpredictable as ever, bet it
All these different combinations to get it
Told em' twice but they forgot that I said it
I came to remind them I wanna be legend
Shot is wetty like i'm Mo Pete
Sweat is heavy and I won't sleep
On stage got long range, you can play a pick but I go deep
Through the city i'm gonna creep
I ain't looking for floor seats
Home base got not cleats
I don't collect and they don't eat
Hope they came to play if they gon' step in the field
Rookie hype but got a veteran feel
Talk about it like you get it for real
Take a second dog you destined to chill
I been to hell and back
Pot still call the kettle black
Bad times make a loud noise
Dog but I dont ever wanna sell em that, I put the work in
Ya'll just wait on it I need the means to get it
I get X amount a year slaving all day so I can eat
But I ain't seeing seconds
Deaded it now this the ressurection
Show up to my city I might get a section
I might open up but still I close it down
And I might kiss a baby this my tenth election
Lethal weapon, shit is more than a trilogy
100 shows and couple hoes
300 hundred tracks and I stuck to facts
And they f*ck with that so they're finally getting me
Get off the phetamines, man my mind in the realeast state
Try to brainwash my people, wont seal our fate cause your ceiling fake
No religion I believe energy so stay mad and you can feel the hate
Double up find your ark shoot your shot and get some real estate
LT are you signed yet I said stay tuned it's my deal to make
You cuff and I ask is shes yours? Not for me to say i'm not seeing straight
I want all the smoke and a pot pie
Ya'll take shots like crossed eyes
Swear me, you should not try
This the T virus I cannot die
Through the gates begin to f*ck up the planet
And now they're asking how he got by
Higher degree but not higher than me
And i'm never salty bout' a small fry
Seen the truth and now it's all lies
That aint mob ties, you the fall guy
Robbed blind at the stop sign
And they crowd around like I brought lines
Unpredictable as ever, bet it
All these different combinations to get it
Told em' twice but they forgot that I said it
I came to remind them I wanna be legend
Shot is wetty like i'm Mo Pete
Sweat is heavy and I won't sleep
On stage got long range, you can play a pick but I go deep
Through the city i'm gonna creep
I ain't looking for floor seats
Home base got not cleats
I don't collect and they don't eat
Hope they came to play if they gon' step in the field
Rookie hype but got a veteran feel
Talk about it like you get it for real
Take a second dog you destined to chill
I been to hell and back
Pot still call the kettle black
Bad times make a loud noise
Dog but I dont ever wanna sell em that, I put the work in
Writer: Timothy Cheppenko
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