Produced by: Lex Luger Listen, listen, listen Everybody tryna get up on our s**t Talking 'bout they're elevated, they don't know the half of it Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like ******* Nazis Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, you smell the dro though If you don't **** with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos Let me stop it, all joints be rockets S**t ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet Making music, ******* third eye and the close their other sockets Spit this conscious s**t and all these other rappers fronting 'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go Can't **** with ****** man, can't **** with ****** man They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan Can't **** with ****** man, can't **** with ****** man I keep a ******* closed circle, you ain't with the gang Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her Brought up where futures ain't promised, look at my life be astonished Dishin' out positive rays, receiving back the same thing A living lord of my land, you ****** novice, I know this Couldn't write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this Uh, killa in the game, I ain't even gonna lie Never thought I'd be in it, told 'em it's gonna take time But of course they repent it, cause I coast through the limits Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living - Uh Guided by the light, shine the dark away Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way Your heart's intention be what your cards display So spread love that's the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy Uh, that's your main squeeze in the lingerie She on her knee's like she trying to pray Embracing the D in all kinda ways So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, ********** S**t, I ain't gonna lie Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky Now I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line Let the Sour D fill my lungs Gold fangs hangin' over my gums We Flatbush bruh, can't stop us, just watch this And let the legends grow and become, uh Spit this conscious s**t and all these other rappers fronting 'bout to **** the whole game up while I'm toking, it ain't nothing Be that indigo, you know, reppin' for that golden soul Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go Can't **** with ****** man, can't **** with ****** man They said they bout it, they ain't bout it, they ain't with the plan Can't **** with ****** man, can't **** with ****** man I keep a ******* closed circle, you ain't with the gang
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