What you told me
I was golden
Never be too hopeless
Honestly I'm holding on
To feelings, I put in the open
Super empathy
My assemblies were also coded
Grown men with boy pains
The gun's loaded
The cold heat
We set breaching
While the opps stoic
It's a mental war
Dwelling in our mind's notion
Thinking deeper
See the reaper
East of me
It's Eating at me
In the ether
Fight it back,
And we hope time attacks
Get on its ass, Like slacks
It's sad, that's niggas down bad
What I had, was a new bag
To dig into, the stash, too pivotal
I'm crashing, tonight at the stu
I'm Spitting something critical
The individual, thats intregal
With intervals of knowledge
In the syllables
Get the message, for the troops
Not cynical, Or the typical
The pinnacle
We need clinical
Smoking on medicinal
I just popped a bean
Senzu, no piccolo
Up at your team
Want the cream
But not what it brings
Hopping on beats
While I be teaching
I be doing things
Rome streets
Said, kiss the ring
And you seen the bling
Ding, ding
Me and you, in the squared ring
What we fighting for
Freedom of the plight
We was tight
And our pockets sore
People of the strife
In a fight
With those that have more
Gotta keep going
Where's the motion
That they ask for
I'm up ten k, streams
I'm dreaming of mill more
I used to want a pill more, damn
In the city where they (H)offman
Seymour
I just wanna achieve more
I used to wanna just be more
No Maryland
Brody caught five, no lie
He was carrying
Coulda been worse
F*ck the sentence nigga
Period
Pissing niggas off on the block
He put fear in em
Niggas not the same
In how they walk
It's really serious
I wish I had, what niggas smoking on
They so delirious
Pissing in the grass
The pot gone, so we live with it
I don't f*ck with hooks
I hook a nigga in his chin and shit
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English
What you told me
I was golden
Never be too hopeless
Honestly I'm holding on
To feelings, I put in the open
Super empathy
My assemblies were also coded
Grown men with boy pains
The gun's loaded
The cold heat
We set breaching
While the opps stoic
It's a mental war
Dwelling in our mind's notion
Thinking deeper
See the reaper
East of me
It's Eating at me
In the ether
Fight it back,
And we hope time attacks
Get on its ass, Like slacks
It's sad, that's niggas down bad
What I had, was a new bag
To dig into, the stash, too pivotal
I'm crashing, tonight at the stu
I'm Spitting something critical
The individual, thats intregal
With intervals of knowledge
In the syllables
Get the message, for the troops
Not cynical, Or the typical
The pinnacle
We need clinical
Smoking on medicinal
I just popped a bean
Senzu, no piccolo
Up at your team
Want the cream
But not what it brings
Hopping on beats
While I be teaching
I be doing things
Rome streets
Said, kiss the ring
And you seen the bling
Ding, ding
Me and you, in the squared ring
What we fighting for
Freedom of the plight
We was tight
And our pockets sore
People of the strife
In a fight
With those that have more
Gotta keep going
Where's the motion
That they ask for
I'm up ten k, streams
I'm dreaming of mill more
I used to want a pill more, damn
In the city where they (H)offman
Seymour
I just wanna achieve more
I used to wanna just be more
No Maryland
Brody caught five, no lie
He was carrying
Coulda been worse
F*ck the sentence nigga
Period
Pissing niggas off on the block
He put fear in em
Niggas not the same
In how they walk
It's really serious
I wish I had, what niggas smoking on
They so delirious
Pissing in the grass
The pot gone, so we live with it
I don't f*ck with hooks
I hook a nigga in his chin and shit
I was golden
Never be too hopeless
Honestly I'm holding on
To feelings, I put in the open
Super empathy
My assemblies were also coded
Grown men with boy pains
The gun's loaded
The cold heat
We set breaching
While the opps stoic
It's a mental war
Dwelling in our mind's notion
Thinking deeper
See the reaper
East of me
It's Eating at me
In the ether
Fight it back,
And we hope time attacks
Get on its ass, Like slacks
It's sad, that's niggas down bad
What I had, was a new bag
To dig into, the stash, too pivotal
I'm crashing, tonight at the stu
I'm Spitting something critical
The individual, thats intregal
With intervals of knowledge
In the syllables
Get the message, for the troops
Not cynical, Or the typical
The pinnacle
We need clinical
Smoking on medicinal
I just popped a bean
Senzu, no piccolo
Up at your team
Want the cream
But not what it brings
Hopping on beats
While I be teaching
I be doing things
Rome streets
Said, kiss the ring
And you seen the bling
Ding, ding
Me and you, in the squared ring
What we fighting for
Freedom of the plight
We was tight
And our pockets sore
People of the strife
In a fight
With those that have more
Gotta keep going
Where's the motion
That they ask for
I'm up ten k, streams
I'm dreaming of mill more
I used to want a pill more, damn
In the city where they (H)offman
Seymour
I just wanna achieve more
I used to wanna just be more
No Maryland
Brody caught five, no lie
He was carrying
Coulda been worse
F*ck the sentence nigga
Period
Pissing niggas off on the block
He put fear in em
Niggas not the same
In how they walk
It's really serious
I wish I had, what niggas smoking on
They so delirious
Pissing in the grass
The pot gone, so we live with it
I don't f*ck with hooks
I hook a nigga in his chin and shit
Writer: Tariq Charles
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