I was blessed with the sharpest tongue in the land Fuck around I hit a lick and slice you up where you stand Tryna' be on G shit, you should run while you can You know there's less room for error with a gun in your hand Know youngin's known to throw punches till they numb in the hands And like in high school flicks they gon' come for the bands Bet when them youngin's rolled up in a roughed up sedan And fucked up your mans too it wasn't something you planned Shit they jealous in the field where I steadily build So when I'm stacking a mill I'll be strapping to kill They always making empty thrеats but never check еm' for real Because I got a little tea that I'd be happy to spill Gotta keep dirt on anybody making a move They either preying on you or they're praying you lose That's why they throw shade and stay evading the truth I done seen it many times, still amazes me too I mean my homies favorite artist tried to scam me for a couple hunnid Guess he can rap, but ain't smart enough to profit from it Tell my dawg, turn that shit off, I can't even hear it It's crazy I used to fucking love it Hate it or love it I guess I called his bluff, I just had to get that off of my chest Could fill a million verses with the sins they won't fucking confess Everybody tryna' blow up, but want none of this stress yeah All they tryna' do is rest like the rest of em Only reaching for the stars when they next to them How you living off the next man's come up Scared to get your own, trust, mine you'll get none of I'm grinding all winter just to shine all summer Got the game mapped out, but sometimes I wonder There's always gon' be those doing sci-fi numbers Wondering if that could satisfy my hunger O-Sevens youngin's running this shit Had to cut a couple loose, they was fronting and shit Took a while for me to figure y'all do nothing legit Smartest youngins in the room going dumb in this bitch I come from the bits of limbo Stunting tryna' make that bread tenfold Type of youth to out spit your album on an intro Quick to shut em' down if they too nosey for the info Cause if they run their mouth then all respect is out the window Take a hint tho', I don't want your ass near me That goes for bimbo's, who's all ears but don't hear me I'm sonning em, matter fact fuck em', I'm done with them So much so, fuck you too if you run with them You can find me in the Sevens or Four-Seven-Five My youngin's hit the blue court to get in exercise I run the break with my brethren sure to let it fly If you ain't bout' to step up you should step aside
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