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$inisterTheGr8 - Redemption Lyrics



$inisterTheGr8 - Redemption Lyrics




Westfield yeah I'm in the field out west nigga okay I'm back yeah shout out to the homie Maq Mozart Man good look on this one man yeah hey hey hey hey

If we ain't talking money what we
Talking for
And f*ck trying to cuff her you can had a whore
Six-speed hitting corners in that foreign
Thing
Blue steel leave your body numb novocaine
Stones flooded on my neck boy Evian
Low pros on sixes call them Saquon's
And I can make it snow in a heat wave
Connect niggas quick like three-way My name's hella good call it fee wave
I used to wild out DeRay
Do it live uncut no replays
Have the cannon serenade them like Sade
Go get it grind hard till my last breath
Got screens in the visors
And the head rest
The jeans and the kicks that's a whole stack
I'm getting money at the trap that's a known fact
Spent ten on the pack that's loose change
Biohazard napalm yeah Hussein
My name in they mouth that
Ain't nothing new
The top of the hill is such a better view
Throwing money at a bitch yeah rain dance
Cartier's on my face in them space jams
D-Boy if I spend it bet I make it back
It's either that or two elevens
With a loaded mac
Sack it up and dump it I can do it blind Deeply rooted with a South Central state of mind
And when I touch down it's like I never left
Zero's come before them commas when they run them checks
Close range I'll empty out the magazine
Your baby mama and your side bitch a fan of me
Yeah I've been on a level niggas couldn't fathom
If we talking latest fashion then for sure I had them
And niggas they've been praying on my downfall
Plotting on ways to knock my crown off
I've been giving niggas work like a temp service
The boy smooth under pressure I ain't never nervous
Be the wrong one to test wish a nigga would
Bullseye straight shot yeah the aim good
A beast in the booth swear I been that
Stuffing 3.5's in the hemp wrap
F*ck twelve I ain't volunteering info Watch dancing on my wrist boy disco
Locked in yeah the hustle's been exemplified
Kill niggas verbal homicide with every line
Them suckers start to envy when you succeed
I'm from the trenches where them goons and them crooks be
The greatest form of flatteries to imitate
Toe tag a fake nigga first 48
F*ck boys they don't want war
Goons come kick hinges off your front door
From the waist to your temples what I aim for
Let the whole clip go call it chain smoke
Niggaz know the status niggas know the name
Ten bands on my person that's pocket change
On the interstate skating beat full blast
Niggaz tryna f*ck with him that's a tall task
Apparently I'm back on my bullshit
Close range make a nigga do a full flip
Kill switch got a nigga in a cold trance
Headshot do the call of duty war dance
The word play sick metaphors crazy
Target practice bullets accurate
Tom Brady
Figure eight coupe skate make it 180
Niggaz say they want beef I'ma add gravy
Had me locked in the cage but my soul shined
I've been plotting how to get it shit the whole time
Put a line through his name on the hit list
For them niggas throwing shade on some bitch shit
Sipping' 80 proof gas in my Dutch
Niggaz always run they mouth but ain't saying much
I be all about a profit getting to them bucks
Pillow talking ain't an option unless I'm laying up
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Westfield yeah I'm in the field out west nigga okay I'm back yeah shout out to the homie Maq Mozart Man good look on this one man yeah hey hey hey hey

If we ain't talking money what we
Talking for
And f*ck trying to cuff her you can had a whore
Six-speed hitting corners in that foreign
Thing
Blue steel leave your body numb novocaine
Stones flooded on my neck boy Evian
Low pros on sixes call them Saquon's
And I can make it snow in a heat wave
Connect niggas quick like three-way My name's hella good call it fee wave
I used to wild out DeRay
Do it live uncut no replays
Have the cannon serenade them like Sade
Go get it grind hard till my last breath
Got screens in the visors
And the head rest
The jeans and the kicks that's a whole stack
I'm getting money at the trap that's a known fact
Spent ten on the pack that's loose change
Biohazard napalm yeah Hussein
My name in they mouth that
Ain't nothing new
The top of the hill is such a better view
Throwing money at a bitch yeah rain dance
Cartier's on my face in them space jams
D-Boy if I spend it bet I make it back
It's either that or two elevens
With a loaded mac
Sack it up and dump it I can do it blind Deeply rooted with a South Central state of mind
And when I touch down it's like I never left
Zero's come before them commas when they run them checks
Close range I'll empty out the magazine
Your baby mama and your side bitch a fan of me
Yeah I've been on a level niggas couldn't fathom
If we talking latest fashion then for sure I had them
And niggas they've been praying on my downfall
Plotting on ways to knock my crown off
I've been giving niggas work like a temp service
The boy smooth under pressure I ain't never nervous
Be the wrong one to test wish a nigga would
Bullseye straight shot yeah the aim good
A beast in the booth swear I been that
Stuffing 3.5's in the hemp wrap
F*ck twelve I ain't volunteering info Watch dancing on my wrist boy disco
Locked in yeah the hustle's been exemplified
Kill niggas verbal homicide with every line
Them suckers start to envy when you succeed
I'm from the trenches where them goons and them crooks be
The greatest form of flatteries to imitate
Toe tag a fake nigga first 48
F*ck boys they don't want war
Goons come kick hinges off your front door
From the waist to your temples what I aim for
Let the whole clip go call it chain smoke
Niggaz know the status niggas know the name
Ten bands on my person that's pocket change
On the interstate skating beat full blast
Niggaz tryna f*ck with him that's a tall task
Apparently I'm back on my bullshit
Close range make a nigga do a full flip
Kill switch got a nigga in a cold trance
Headshot do the call of duty war dance
The word play sick metaphors crazy
Target practice bullets accurate
Tom Brady
Figure eight coupe skate make it 180
Niggaz say they want beef I'ma add gravy
Had me locked in the cage but my soul shined
I've been plotting how to get it shit the whole time
Put a line through his name on the hit list
For them niggas throwing shade on some bitch shit
Sipping' 80 proof gas in my Dutch
Niggaz always run they mouth but ain't saying much
I be all about a profit getting to them bucks
Pillow talking ain't an option unless I'm laying up
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Writer: Tony Chism
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Performed By: $inisterTheGr8
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: Tony Chism

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