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You Know Who To Call
01:46
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You know who to call when it's time to get the bag
It's lofi Lebron and the crown ain't up for grabs
Spinning through the block like I'm Taz
My foot is on they neck and the gas
I bought some lingerie to ya show because you ass
I ain't know what size you want
Shit I should've asked
Niggaz always talking 'bout, "I got a past"
But presently your future well it's looking bad
I could coach you how to ball in Brooklyn
I'm like Nash
I dropped out of school but baby I like math
Light jabs I duck 'em
Like Madden truck 'em
Hitstick it get lit and yo shit get lifted
You take what's mine then I'm taking yours
You take what's mine then I'm taking yours
Eye for eye, eye for an eye
Yo shit can get lifted
You know who to call when it's time to get the cash
Don't be afraid when them ninjas in yo stash
Now you salty Mrs. Dash
I'm OT time and a half
I'm doing work nigga
I'm doing work
I put in work
Doing work
Put in work
Gotta work
Get this work
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Dark Skin Jermaine
02:50
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See a grip full of fear will hit whatever innocence is near
I'm over 9000 and your blip ain't coming in too clear
Better find housing yo I brainstorm it might get weird
Acid might drop set you on fire and rust your beard
Smell like dope and death
I'm slumped on the steps
They pushing on my chest
My spirit's out my flesh
Grim reaper's breath
Breathing down my neck
Hot as shit
I hope this kind of quick
Enjoyed the show but I just want to dose
Kind of lit my nose leaking blood
My fire froze the crows gliding close
I watch my eyes roll
A whole debacle ensued
Ambulance arrived slow, rude
Laying in the rain
Fucking up my suede suit
But I can't move
I saw my nigga snatch my chain
I had to take two
They called me lame
And as my shirt stained
I'm having breakthroughs
Them niggaz set me up
Them paramedics on a late cruise
Trying to wake me up
The reaper digging trying to make room
I left my gun at home
It wasn't clean I only brought my knife
They told me bring the cash
Just be cool and it'll be alright
Last night I was with Lorraine
She still fucking with the glass pipe
Still suck it mean
But I always treat her mad nice
We can leave our past life love
She said, "Is that right?"
Well I know these cats in Queens
And they make a lot of cream
And they living out our dreams
They be serving all these things
Just act like you buying
You don't need the iron
I swear they'll be compliant
Now I'm staring at me dying
Momma crying
Once the bearers put that casket in the dirt
A couple people cry
A lot of niggaz lie
And bitches acting hurt
But then it's back to work
Forgotten eulogies about this bastard's birth uh
Duke's a lame
What's his name?
Duke's a lame
What's his name?
Duke's a lame
What's his name?
Dark Skin Jermaine
See what I mean
I can see it candid
I reached an understanding with the reaper
Staring at the cemetery in my motherfucking leisure
Thought she was my queen
I need her but I think I got to leave her
Living single she Khadija
Drunk about a fucking liter
So many missed calls
Think I pitfall
Dissolving menthols
I can't walk can't crawl
A ragdoll I hit walls
Hit withdrawal
Don't want to be with y'all
Meant all I said
I can't get up out of my bed
Can't get up out of my head
Haven't been washing
Just weighing my options
Thinking about death now I'm dead
Been so misled
Sorry doc ain't got the bread
I know you need it for my betterment
Ain't got the meds
And all I should've said is what I never say
My demons celebrate in front of heaven's gate
I'm out
Thought you heard my footsteps but nah
It ain't nothing there
You can't trust ya ears
If a ninja like me ever near
The moment's dull then two swords to ya skull like the Buccaneers
Bitch Ima eat like the big veneers
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I give you my
My life
I give you mine
Like it's the blueprint
I give you my
Everything
Look study yo camp
If they say I love you but ya'll ain't gone through no shit
They capping ass friends
Yo don't ask me bout ehh
He packed up and ran
I black with the pen so I don't black out on them
Like you bleaching yo skin
Just to go tan
You lost and confused nigga
I am the man
I'm black like the back of the pan
These spiritual gems
Keep the darkness so dim
Let the action begin
I got a package of plans
I came a long way from holes
In the back of my Vans
I'm on the road doing shows
In the back of the van
I'm doing dabs with the fans
Listen here fam
I'ma eat I'ma eat
And I don't care if it's bland
Talk spicy shoot yo shot
And I don't care if it jams
Lord is my shepherd
But don't dare think that I'm lamb
There's a thousand ways to die
But all I ask from you is one thing
Keep it a grand
Cause I already know the deal
Baby I'ma keep it real
Don't give a fuck bout how they feel
I be the one to keep it real
Cause I already know the deal
Baby I'ma keep it real
Don't give a fuck bout how they feel
Cause I already know the deal
They said you can't walk before you crawl
But diabetes left my Moms without a leg at all
So I'ma run it all
And hustle like I chase the ball
Out of bounds
Smile on my face even after we lost the House
Championship ring on her finger
As we walk the aisle
This for life baby
Death is certain
But we chose the route
Knocked down but
Never down for the count
Niggaz talk but we talk of the town
What now
I can tell who's real or phony
I don't got too many homies
I can do it all by my lonely
Watch the return
I can tell who's real or phony
I don't got too many homies
I can do it all by my lonely
Watch the return
Watch the return
Watch the return
Watch the return
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Low End Machine
02:34
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We make the shit you can't rewind enough
Like when Pusha met Obama bruh
I send half of these clips at the President
And make Donald Duck
Never sign to a Goofy
You might get roofied
Now you stuck
That a Mickey deal
Look I'm always on chill
Yo integrity is a basic skill
But only when you ill
And she gone let me kill
Cause these pockets keep some vegetables
Hey this eggplants delectable
Ass fat plus she flexible
Plus she's an intellectual
The queen of my dreams
Everlasting shine
Everything on gleam
Sparkle like Mr. Clean
I don't play no games
This is not Steam
Chick from the UK
I think she keen
I can see it in her eyes
She only see green
She only see green
She only see green
Money machine
Money ma
Money machine
Money ma
She want that money
Money money money
Money money money
Let's walk down the aisle
On another isle
We can do it for the gram
But that's not my style
My eyes stay low like my profile
I'm bout to get freaky with somebody's child
If I'm going in then I'm going in raw
I'm heavy involved
Camera's out like we about to go vlog
But it's gone be more
They gone be watching like Audomar
I hope it don't leak like a drippy faucet
From the mattress to the car
That low end machine yeah it's soft and
Worth my time
Worth the fine
Beauty you define
You my sign
Truthly you the kind
You the type
I risk it all for you I might
I do not believe the hype
I walk in faith and not by sight
So what you doing later
I could pull up so pull up pull up tonight
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5. |
Right Your Pain
02:25
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Yeah uh uh
I had a hard time with the liqs
I'd always start shit
Used to drink dark
But switched to the light like Aunt Viv
Black out like Onyx
I ain't care long hair like feminist armpits
Rocking wino garments
Holy I'm what God is
Birth from a goddess
Doley I'm an artist
But my conscious tarnished
Fuck pork I'm getting chicken chicken
That's regardless
Double down
Rap circles all around you
Nauseous
Nenjah's style
Sushi bars
Rolling papers
Raw shit
The sword's in yo organs
They gone play them organs
My morale is to go for miles
But nah I spit venom
And cause carnage
That's a bar
And I don't do it for herbs
I'ma switch it to the herb
Ya green is so trash
Ya dealer probably a big bird
The sour leave you breathing hard
Kind of like a big nerd
Ya shit is anachronistic
Nigga that's a big word
You can't teach some to fish
They'd rather buy gizzards
These internet trolls man
They be the biggest bitches
Trolls live under burning bridges
I live in my enemy's heart
I don't visit
See me and the misses got it out the kitchen
Some won't ever get it
Yo I'm Contra when I'm switching weapons
You a contradiction
Study competition
Shit I write is nice
They compliment my diction
Only one pot to piss in
Had to dip before eviction
Mommy said we going tripping
Fuck a rap beef
The real beef is when the judge is dissing
Threw the book
Man that shit was non fiction
Nerves bad my palms itching
Confused in calm tension
Next day my sis missing
In a instance
Trying to survive
I'm living off of fries
Pills were prescribed
Bills on the rise
Sleep deprived
Middle of nights
Ear to the wall listening to lies
Word to the wise
Right your pain
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Bird's Eye View
02:03
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The backyard got mountains in it
I do not move until my accountant finished
Big mason jars
Each one an ounce of spinach
You only see results
The real work ain't documented
Now what's realer than that
My drive is so crazy
I might speed with a flat
Keep a fly bitch around me
Like I'm feeding a gnat
Or I'm feeding her crack
Cause she fiending for that ha
I ain't a playa
I just crush a lot
And I'm all in her shit
Like a Russian bot
See I don't trust a treesh
And I don't trust a thot
But a real ass woman
I can love a lot
And we can tie the knot
If she love a knot
Cause niggaz want to plot
Til they dig your plot
But that's cool
I ain't controlled by fear no
If I blacked on you
It's cause I care bro
Quarantine bars so essential
Sword is sharp as my motherfucking mental
You have to unravel the scroll
To check my credentials
They don't care about what you can't
Only what you can do
Ayo Sum I'm talking my shit
Style Simone Biles shit
I'm known to flip
Ridiculous
Life un pelicula
Here's a clip
Go Go
See I been here before
Know where this road goes
I see it all with a bird's eye view
I've seen it all
See I been here before
Know where this road goes
Seen it all before
Ain't nothing new
Nothing new
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Clean
02:53
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I fiend for rhymes
And I need a line
It's godbody keep your demon time
Jordan box and it's full of naan
Around my way man they call it pan
Angels laugh devils cry
Keep a sword with guns
For yo stank ass
Ichiban
Pull up bumpin
Beenie Man
Yeah it's big ninja no genin
Pigs on my wheels
Like Guinea
Yeah I'm so special like Timmy
Underground king
Everything mainstream
I appreciate the nightmare
So I can share this dream
Everything clean
Grapes fed by a queen
Lobsters steamed
Big trees on a digi beam
Unlocking potential
My life's like Memento
And when it comes to opportunities
I open windows
No questions I'm flexing
Take flight no connections
Might invest in 6G
On some next shit
We ain't stressing
We don't need the acceptance
From you
From him
From her
From them
Maybe trying to do too much
Got me out of touch
Got a flush you royally fucked
Fucking with us
I came to crush
You niggaz is plush tuh
A bunch of ducks
And I want the bills
Nigga can you feel
How I got you on my line
But I still can't reach you
That school to prison pipeline real
They can't teach you
You niggaz fake woke
Doing fake coke
You play fake rich
I play fake broke
Got a trust issue
So I stay low
Always on the go
But I stay dope
Shorty bad and
She bout her bread
Dej Loaf
She open up the door
I'm bout to explore her
Like I'm Diego
In like 30 different places
I'm talking like NATO
She loved the bread so much
I had to give her mayo
Keep a mask on me
Kind of like ayo
And I just want a rollie that's a clean K.O
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Nenjah Nycist Brooklyn, New York
I'm from NY. I like nice things and lofi.
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