Lyrics

Bowed head with a black in hand Dividing the line I drew in the sand Define in the print then follow the plan GOD first I supply the demand View opps in a different lens I am the one don't follow trends First on the mic to offer more than cents Like how bless Come before sins I'm guarded up with a no look assist They hate cuz I'm true to this Out of no where I'm going for 6 He got virgil time on his wrist Don't count that as a sneak diss Cuz when I shoot I don't miss It's only a matter of time for the mumble-ist Cuz this flow so hot it's the coldest From the seed of two lips They panic I soothe ships Step on necks in new kicks Then break they back like a toothpick Bars so hard I call em bricks 16 or more until the pen click NWA like I'm ruthless My sauce gone drip cuz of new chips Bars Like I mention I am the one Coming through like a roaring storm Ignore the sound but hear the voice Some will listen you've been warned On the green I played the course Had a little but gaining more From window shopping at every store To collecting cash when GOD open door I'm in my zone just check the score Keep sleeping on me that's a deadly snore When I reign I got cats to pour Then feed my dawgs that's an easy chore Like time in half I cut it short I'm from the south and looking north Step out clean when I'm off the porch I am the king in front of the jester court Bars
Writer(s): Greg Crear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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