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Legendary Video (MV)




Performed By: GOLDSMITH
Length: 2:43
Written by: PETER RYAN GOLDSMITH




GOLDSMITH - Legendary Lyrics




Homie this the player of the franchise, big-time landslide till you look ant size
And never do I waste lead, I don't break bread I just rap till your face red
Why f*ck you gonna play dead this what I'm about smoke you out like a basehead
Man this beat just a backdrop, presentation boutta hit you like a slapshot
Flip these beats like I'm acrobatic, this the newest habit
At last imma blast from the attic through the roof with my apparatus
Looking down on you, you at the stratus
Get exposed with my repertoire
While yo shit straight floating in the reservoir
Not a token in this game I'm just rapping for myself till they open to the name.

Yeah no more hiding on the backstreets
Used to be an athlete last week
Now I run these rappers like a track meet
Check the fact sheet who could really pass me
Cuz either on a slow or a fast beat, no one coming at me
Take the time to write so I could get it right
Damn you so cold, bitch I know

I calibrate flow then I detonate blow
Watch you marinate as I elevate slow
Focused on the job had to get my shit straight
Make a mixtape while I generate doe
Every f*cking beat I'll be severing
Upgraded from a rookie to a veteran
First step is to freeze all impediments,
Rapping with the kid have you running to your residence
Just erase all the competition
This the top edition, ain't no opposition
When I'm speaking with this tone man you gotta listen
I'm just bringing back the hope it's Obama written
Time to rewrite all this legislature
People telling me yo the heavens made ya
Not a token in this game I'm just rapping for myself till they open to the name

Yeah no more hiding on the backstreets
Used to be an athlete last week
Now I run these rappers like a track meet
Check the fact sheet who could really pass me
Cuz either on a slow or a fast beat, no one coming at me
Take the time to write so I could get it right
Damn you so cold, bitch I know
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Homie this the player of the franchise, big-time landslide till you look ant size
And never do I waste lead, I don't break bread I just rap till your face red
Why f*ck you gonna play dead this what I'm about smoke you out like a basehead
Man this beat just a backdrop, presentation boutta hit you like a slapshot
Flip these beats like I'm acrobatic, this the newest habit
At last imma blast from the attic through the roof with my apparatus
Looking down on you, you at the stratus
Get exposed with my repertoire
While yo shit straight floating in the reservoir
Not a token in this game I'm just rapping for myself till they open to the name.

Yeah no more hiding on the backstreets
Used to be an athlete last week
Now I run these rappers like a track meet
Check the fact sheet who could really pass me
Cuz either on a slow or a fast beat, no one coming at me
Take the time to write so I could get it right
Damn you so cold, bitch I know

I calibrate flow then I detonate blow
Watch you marinate as I elevate slow
Focused on the job had to get my shit straight
Make a mixtape while I generate doe
Every f*cking beat I'll be severing
Upgraded from a rookie to a veteran
First step is to freeze all impediments,
Rapping with the kid have you running to your residence
Just erase all the competition
This the top edition, ain't no opposition
When I'm speaking with this tone man you gotta listen
I'm just bringing back the hope it's Obama written
Time to rewrite all this legislature
People telling me yo the heavens made ya
Not a token in this game I'm just rapping for myself till they open to the name

Yeah no more hiding on the backstreets
Used to be an athlete last week
Now I run these rappers like a track meet
Check the fact sheet who could really pass me
Cuz either on a slow or a fast beat, no one coming at me
Take the time to write so I could get it right
Damn you so cold, bitch I know
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Writer: PETER RYAN GOLDSMITH
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