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lirik lagu goodz vs. eazy the block captain – urltv

[round 1: goodz]
if i stay in my lane it’s an easy drive
i just bought a 2022 x6
sh*t, i’m just standin’ here wonderin’ what eazy drive
i wanted the white with the red leather seats but i settled for the peanut b*tter the outside like a glitter black
i know y’all like what the f*ck am i goin’ with this?
this is just a few of the things i think about while these n*ggas rap
from the gate
i never seen my account froze
this right here?
this right here is my “gettin’ money in thе drought” pose
you know why i’m that n*gga?
cause i take carе of my household
you know how i know he wasn’t gettin’ no money?
(why?)
cause all the real bosses buy nice cars and rock gold
you are very new here
i bet every new year’s you make up a different clout goal
i will never believe a grown man with f*cked up t**th!
this lil’ domino tooth n*gga look like he could whistle with his mouth closed
he look scared i know, well let me prepare my flow
took off some years, they wanted the animal back
(well here i go!)
you see that? that’s automatic, believe that
there’s a force of habit
so i don’t gotta cause static for feedback
i been the plug, and you will respect it
i guess y’all thought i left the block, y’all feel neglected
sh*t i was just gettin’ some loot
but there’s always bluetooth
even though you can’t see me plugged in i’m still connected
what we talkin’ about?
oh wait a minute
y’all can’t see he ain’t street?
cause all his drug talk to me is still in question
that’s like askin’ if i’m gettin’ money
y’all muhf*ckas been seein’ me for 13 years, is that still a question?
i’ve been a boss
any worker get closer to god, he’ll feel a blessin’
i gave samples out like a pop quiz
but if the dope was bad the fiends died if they failed to test it
drug talk huh?
hold on
whatchu gon’ tell me? you sold drugs to ya fam’?
you little dumb, stupid, dirty n*gga
you ever just thought about just sellin’ drugs with a plan?
i’m talkin’ strength in ya team
from all the cash i got back from the drugs i done lent to the fiends
i stacked that for and bought 20 vending machines
i wanna teach you somethin’
gun titles, they gon’ keep you frontin’
drug talk, struggle bars, jail stories
look, look, every battle we see you comin’
it’s f*ckin’ basic
you know what you standin’ next to though?
elevation
when i made it off the block all the dope boys threw a f*ckin’ celebration
yeah, i’m talkin’ crunch time wit’ it
battle rap is the only place they’ll try to take your success and make a punchline wit’ it
like, like, you know how much money i done made cause i had a cologne out?
so much, that money i could loan out
this my own route, i did it myself, you should try one
sl!ck walks, you can’t fit in my shoes but huh, you can buy some
i got a feelin’ i got a couple hundred million before i’m done
struggle bars, when i was young we couldn’t afford a car
well it’s ironic, that’s where i get this drive from
me bein’ me? that’s easy
i ain’t gonna stand up here and rap all aggressive for them to believe me
n*gga they believe me
whatchu gon’ tell me? you “street” geek?
bullsh*t
bullsh*t
you a real b*tch, i really had a steel grip, you ain’t never peeled sh*t
my shooters go through loops to drill sh*t
that’s an obstacle murder
he ain’t never had no real beef, that’s impossible burger
i’m talkin’ on creep
that long heat kept in arms reach
this sh*t i had was beyond beef
calm demeanor, calm speech
that’s why i hold a can’ st*rdy
sh*t i’m a businessman but still get my hands dirty
so in the same breath, if he creep he get his gang stretched
cause my shooter will rock a sneaker for cheap
but i’d rather do it myself and pay less
i don’t bang sets, i make checks
they mentioned us in the same breath
i’m like, “man, that’s a dang stretch.”
this little n*gga ain’t in my lane yet
i remember i lost a hundred grams and was hurtin’
came up a couple bands and the pain left
sh*t, i just made $30,000 in a , well i guess that’s a rain check
go ‘head, write your heart out
stare at your pen
i battle in $5,000 outfits and never wear ’em again
i’m the f*ckin’ illest
when it’s real you feel it
before the haymaker deal i really sealed and s(c)ent it
i gave work to little n*ggas like this, from dope to pills i lent it
for you and whoever you came with it was the same sh*t
if y’all late on any payments on that bill there will be interest
i’m tired of y’all comparin’ me to workers
against rex he said he sold sheetrock
i would’ve made a couple bands if it was cooked right
this has nothin’ to do with rappin’
me standin’ up here next to you don’t even look right
you the shook type
wild scary
you know they say n*ggas with gaps is liars, right?
well where i’m from if you can’t read a k!ller in silence then you gon’ lie buried (library)
you ain’t gotta say what’s written all over your face
i got a challenge for you
try to spit your next round without actually spittin’ all over the place
yukmouth
[round 1: eazy the block captain]
aye houston what up?
the block cap’ finally made it n*gga
it’s me vers*
man f*ck that, let’s
(get straight into these payments n*gga!)
it’s money making mitch
y’all call him goodz, they call him charles
whatever we call him, ain’t bul a b*tch
no, no, this the bul who can’t throw a punch so he invested in some kicks
no, no, no, this the bul who buy and sell houses, but in his house he payin’ rent
no, no, no, hold up, this the bul who ‘posed to be the lady’s man but we ain’t seen him around a chick
y’all gotta make this make sense
y’all let this n*gga pop up after he disappear
f*ck this n*gga [?]
okay, let’s say he’s mr. sl!ck
he ’bout to take one “l” and no he’s “sick”
old hammer, wd on the .40 it’s gettin’ sl!ck
ayo smack
yo he said i talk trap bars too much
as long as the “s” in “smack” stands for “streets” i will forever be able to speak my sh*t
like coke come with a straw, packaged together we were sellin’ pixie sticks
oh we ’bout to talk today
cause when i start breakin’ down goodz, bro it’s laughter
against x*factor, having priorities wasn’t a factor
it wasn’t bars about building your credit, you was a trapper
the first n*gga on a vlad interview to ever admit that he’s just a rapper
this n*gga’s a hypocrite, ass*backward
let’s talk about that element in your life cause that sh*t matter
do we really know you n*gga?
i mean for real, ask y’all self cause i’m really me
without battle rap bro, where would you really be?
this n*gga’s so predictable dawg
i bet you do bars, money talk probably, i’m not from philly, b
not the [?] who push grown man bars and indulge in gossip like, “silly me”
i mean, he already told y’all he never been to jail
n0body see if he ever made a sale
y’all n*ggas be k!llin’ me
meanwhile, i’ve been in a cell
watchin’ fox with a n*gga who had a century
it get like that here
believe him like what? i’ll let him talk credit to y’all
we ’bout to talk about his credibility n*gga
the way you be fraudin’, bro i hate it
you hide the fact that you corny as sh*t so you talk money that show me your mentality basic
it’s somethin’ off about this mothaf*cka here…and i can’t shake it
heard that lawsuit money you keep bragging about
ain’t it? ain’t it?
somebody close to you told me your dad was caucasian
i said, “what? that’s a good angle.” i couldn’t confirm it so i erased it
so let’s just say you p*ssy, and if you not all the way p*ssy, then you show traces
i had limitations
when i was on house arrest i put up a green screen
they thought that i went on vacation
this n*gga trash, and if we let him pass that make me furious
it’s like praying to god
the fact that we don’t see him is what make us curious
he say little sh*t that the street n*gga’s know
so it sound hood, no details though
speakin’ spanish
we don’t understand it, that sh*t just sound good
he so f*ckin’ ass, bro i will break you into pieces if you get me mad
i talkin’ leg broke, arm broke, now you can really say you bodied cas’ (body cast)
y’all think he smooth? i think he’s got some sass
all g*y n*ggas is famous for sellin’ swag
i’ll grab a fully mag’, do him bad
trick or treat, i’ll get goody bagged
five heartbeats, i take over the stage if i gotta flash
n*gga you wasn’t sent to fail, n*gga i was
i thought all n*ggas was p*ssy until i went to prison that’s when i respect the male (mail)
you a j. reid ass n*gga
it’s not ya thing, you just address it well
a fake n*gga that went gold in the street, but what’s in my record? sales (sells)
n*gga stop sayin’ that you beat a case, you got no f*ckin’ record
i wish i could n*gga
to talk sh*t that you never done and get respect for, i wish i would n*gga
when you’ll literally be the first one go glorifying the hood n*gga
raheem, sharif and ricky, it’s always a good n*gga
i don’t know what he did to get to me
n*gga i’m the reaper, i talk different but i ain’t a talker
you like to joke, you like bid, and i put in offers
revolver, lift his sh*t
broke it, .357, fix the sh*t, now you gotta credit karma
n*gga you emotional, and you got a temper problem, you better control that
cause you dealin’ wit’ a n*gga who ain’t scared to go back
so controllin’ your emotions you better master, or i will own that
n*gga i never even popped an addy, but i know where you live if i stayed up
the bullet hit the car and go through the paint then it’s a lay up
he throw bottles at n*ggas, ask the last n*gga who played us
we exfoliated them, erased everything and got a face rub
it’s another ritual
smack out here making human sacrifices
switch devices
beam on goods (goodz), we check the prices
swift left then i hook a battle and get to writing (righting)
red dot til the [?] i switch the lightin’
i sold crack, pills, weed but i got more cake when i bought the icin’
how’d i go from a ‘top tier’ song to battlin’ a top paid n*gga as my steppin’ stone?
breast cancer awareness
i’m on your helmet ’til respect is shown
you know how many plays i f*cked up because i gave my ex an o?
{eazy runs it back 9 bars}

do you really got money, boy we will never know
on caffeine fraudin’
mgm studios, bul be lyin’ (lion) before every show

{eazy and goodz start talking and things almost escalate}

i’m sick and tired of this fake ass cloud you put yourself on
it was dragonball z or sell crack and i had to pick a lo (piccolo)
if i talk guns than i shot it
this body ’bout to be iconic
y’all can have number one through ten, from 11 to 20
(i got it!)
ahhhhhh!

[round 2: goodz]
i know one thing if nothing’s true
he rap about the same sh*t
i don’t know ’bout y’all but i want to see somethin’ new
me takin’ this battle is probably his biggest dream coming true
but the way you say “d*ckhead” with so much passion…that sh*t really really makes me uncomfortable
please stop
that’s g*y
they smile in your face when they need props
but talk sh*t behind closed doors, that’ll get eaz’ (eaves) dropped
he ain’t in a war he insecure
i mean, if you can see through all of the clout
every time he smile or laugh he put his hands over his mouth
before you sneak diss get your t**th fixed
you look like you go to the deli like, “let me get a turkey and cheese on wheat
for the smack era, a lot of envy and hate, wow
all this drug talk and you can’t afford to buy some veneers
sh*t, at least if you did it’ll go with the fake smiles
and i blame y’all
cause y’all the ones that make stars
but can’t tell the difference between real and fake bars
well here’s some real ones
i’ve been about money
i’m talkin’ i had so much work i couldn’t wait for the drought money
trap house, [?] lopsided cause there’s 200 bands in the couch money
eazy a worker, he’ll be the first to try to get an ounce from me
like, yeah i believe he sold drugs
but it’s a difference between sneaker money and house money
and who look like the house money?!
i play with bricks
send my b*tch on the road she went out for me
i seen situations get sick, when a snitch get a cold and they mouth runny
you a clout dummy
i wanted to immediately stop rappin’
when i heard y’all dumb n*ggas believin’ a n*gga named “eazy the block captain”
eazy the block captain?
son a fraud
if that’s the case i might as well name myself “goodz the corner lord”
see how corny that sh*t sound?
like go ‘head, go tell the cops everything since you so unstoppable
i don’t know ’bout y’all but when i used to get doe it was limbo
i thought the object of the game was to stay as low as possible
“the block cap’ finally made it*”
and i’m more than fine with seeing how far he made it
but in every round he just glorifying being incarcerated
i won’t take your bluff, this where y’all rookies begin to fail
n*gga bein’ locked up don’t make you tough
i know fiends and p*ssy n*ggas who been to jail
{goodz stops rapping to finish his drink and pulls out a gallon of henny}

all these n*ggas with this struggle raps, well n*gga i ain’t strugglin’
and you can miss me with all this hustle rap
cause at this point in ya life, n*gga you shouldn’t be hustlin’
when i was outside the crack was 25 a gram, i was crushin’ ’em
you know what’s better than that?
i made 250 grand last year legally, now that’s bubblin’
now you mean to tell me you was sellin’ crack in 2021?
that’s where you got all this money from?
but still wear sweatpants and t*shirts to every battle you f*ckin’ bum
this louie suit i got on now is a 1 of 1
he ain’t never laid next to a bad b*tch playin’ with her p*ssy while she moan
you ignorin’ her checkin’ your investments on your phone
like, like, “f*ck that b*tch. i’d rather watch this money come (cum).”
$30,000 is my loose change
i’ve been ballin’ since 2 on 2 games
so much i’m gettin’ sick of this ballin’
i’m feelin’ like f*ckin’ jordan in the flu game
if you wanna keep it hood let’s keep it hood
but i just showed y’all the difference between
(good and bein’ goodz)

[round 2: eazy the block captain]
yo, y’all see aura
i see a typical n*gga
i mean, he give me like “only child” vibes
spoiled, never had to fend for hisself
i mean cause he brag about takin’ care of his kids and having a car and paying bills
the whole time i thought that was called “being an adult”
n*gga am i missin’ somethin’?
cause what could you teach me that i don’t know for sure?
i mean, i apricate you taking care of your young, but what you do for one n*gga, i do for four
i’m talkin’ jody
that’s three girls in my life and a baby boy
and i don’t ask for no rewards and no awards
from the struggle stories i tell y’all, they feet touch the ground but they back never touched the floor
i’m talkin’ “dad, dad, dad” can turn to “leave me alone” “stop” sure
i mean the ops up two points it only take one shot for me to even the score
is that “grown man bars” enough for you?
if it is i got more
bro let me ask this
how you top tier when you don’t got no quotes/no classics?
no battle of the years
so what’s the point of bein’ goodz if bein’ good is just bein’ average?
i mean if we wanted to listen to fat gq we can go to fashion
n*gga get hollywood and forgot that doors is still “all access”
how mr. c*cky gon’ call me “c*cky”?
like i can’t pop my sh*t
you know i went to school for business, right bro?
i know a lot of sh*t
the first thing in business is you find a name for your product so your customer’s gonna buy your sh*t
that’s when i figured out that he was not together
cause i was like, “what grown ass man sat down and said they want to smell like chocolate leather?”
i’m like, “sl!ck caps? that’s a hat?” yo this bul is trippin’
them sl!ck walks a lil’ meta but anybody walkin’ in his shoes is trippin’
i mean, why would we listen to you?
when you been in game 15 years and two years ago you just start sellin’ merch?
bro that’s not the mind of a hustler
i would’ve got to pushin’ when i seen hollow did it first
but all that boss talk though, that catch ya, i’m callin’ a fast one
we already allowed you call your cologne “gentleman’s 30” and you never had one
is somebody gonna tell this n*gga that we don’t care how much money he gettin’
we don’t care what he’s spendin’
we don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care n*gga if you not ’bout to tell me how to get it
i mean, i’m over 30 so i understand the dialog of what you spittin’
that doesn’t stop you from a home invasion
if [?] then it’s just business
aim a little f*cked up
told myself, “i’m gonna get good”, sh*t i spoke it into existence
only way a boss take a trap to school is you gotta add a mission
i mean if you listen closely you can hear it, it’s smoke and mirrors
façade, no insurance, all his drug bars generic
i mean his slow flow boring me
i let his ego play hisself and i played it accordingly
through cameras inside his crib we start checkin’ out for insecurities
this sh*t is staged
he don’t take the hottest new n*gga
he get done writing first, tell this n*gga he ready and battle n*ggas in his lane
even one rounders with jeff’ and gauge he did the same
no real contributions to the game
only reason you on caffeine cause they up and you gettin’ paid
never seen you at we go hard events back in the day
i was there more than you and you live out that way
n*gga i told troy, i said “i’ma help ya
after i put hands on my hands on the vet’, please don’t give da animal shelter.”
let’s put a pin in that
let me finish that
i keep hearin’ the word “neutralize” f*ck this is, men in black?
n*gga i’m just misunderstood
drivin’ packs in a honda ’88, that was the little engine that could
n*gga i’m great motherf*cka!
of course i’ma gonna [?] in front of goodz
n*gga it’s the ambiance and sh*t
his superpower, sayin’ wack sh*t and look confident as sh*t
oh, and that dumb ass cup in his hand lookin’ like a d*ckhead and sh*t
n*gga i’m tired
i ain’t no hater, that’s how y’all end up
i’ll praise a n*gga by pickin’ somethin’ big up
lift up, take everything if i put this stick up
we slide, like it’s holiday time, sh*t get lit up
last time they pulled my cards, they played 52 pick up
n*gga, let’s talk about that jimz situation

he would’ve been like, “swear to god on what?”
i would’ve got to talkin’ stupid
i would’ve said, “swear to god on your daughter and put some bark into it.”
cause this right hand got some spark into it
so when you would’ve flinched i would’ve stepped, he thought he was sl!ck and you would’ve walked into it.”
i would’ve been in ya mitt, like what you into
you catched that n*gga cause you thought he wasn’t a threat and that’s a b*tch move
our situation would’ve been like them sl!ck walks look like gym shoes
to me puttin’ you in jimz shoes
n*gga you thought you was gonna cook me?
imagine puttin’ your daughter in ya contract for years, then had one altercation and her peers still say her daddy’s “p*ssy”
n*gga we don’t show guns, we k!ll wit’ it
nfl, before we play, we clap and hit the field wit’ it
big ass gun, i’m talkin’ deal wit’ it
i’m thinkin’ bbl, tape on the shoulder, this b*tch feel different
i told roc to bring his b*tch we yellow tapin’ him
sunbeam on the glock and melanating him
all this chain he see the massacre we leatherfacing him
n*gga ran off with one dot and we elevated him
it’s gutta man

[round 3: goodz]
i really got my own sneaker
i’ma say it again
i really got my own sneaker
yeah, i came a long way from sellin’ crack
this sh*t taught me it’s a difference between fans and supporters, and that’s a fact
so i just wanna say “thank you”
and this ain’t what y’all wanna hear bein’ on smack
but this is just a few more things i think about while y’all
(n*ggas rap)
i still don’t hear you
scream in a n*gga face outside battle rap? you wouldn’t dare to
them lines about your glock .40 and cop stories should’ve been in your rearview
i bet your b*tch dread watchin’ you twist those pigtails but you don’t hear du (hairdo)
you know what the drug game taught me?
the art of business
i mastered that from a capsule
you talk different, i live different
n*gga there’s about $40,000 on my wrist
you just now gettin’ half of that for a battle
n*gga you talk different i live different
cannabis company, your connect prolly get weed from us
i’m in a different car each summer
all from home, i got four colognes doin’ creed numbers

talk about my cologne i did 150 k, let’s talk

you talk different i live different
your big homies in rap respect me
but the talk is different
cause you spoke to p
chess spoke to beasley
n*gga i speak to smack directly
this is brick talk, you can’t compare that to these lil’ grams
then you went and made yourself gun titles
n*gga you somebody’s little man’s little man
but you supposed to eat witcha team that’s how it work, right?
so i guess you use those f*cked up ass t**th to help surf bite
i’m tired of y’all comparin’ me to workers!
stop it, look at the income
real bosses make they own crew
they do not get put in one!
they don’t wanna hear that though, but it’s all the same
don’t most p*ssy n*ggas join a gang?
look you a dweeb, but these dumb n*ggas believe you
your boss a pretend gangsta and you front bigger than he do
in battle rap you can hide behind ya rhymes, you don’t really want n*ggas to see you
i got a million get money drug stories, but i’d rather tell y’all how i start gettin’ it legal
i used to walk on stage and make it feel like a drug block
then i traded it in them drugs for stock
that’s ill, right?
drug war shootouts, i really had real fights
back when i told suge, “tap my pockets. i want you to see what some real money feels like,”
that was immature goodz
i used to wild on my blessings
now i only walk around with about $100 in my pocket
but in my wallet i got about $100,000 in credit
i’m a real get money n*gga!
you know how they treat you when you got a platinum american express?
sh*t, i used to whole sale weed
huh, now i just let my cards open doors like hotel keys
i’m a real get money n*gga
you know how much i seen from the grams i touched?
n*gga, fix your posture, you don’t even stand like us
this sh*t backwards now, you know the real n*ggas is losin’ homie
when you got a cornball sayin’ that a n*gga that’s cool is corny
hold on
i guess me wearin’ all these jewels is corny
i guess a young black man with his own shoes is corny
wait a minute
i guess a jail n*gga who ain’t learn from his penalties ain’t corny
i guess a grown man who call himself “himothy” ain’t corny
i guess a n*gga named, “eazy the block captain” with no workers ain’t corny
hold on
i guess a n*gga who claim to be a boss but stay with a b*tch who f*cked his co*workers ain’ corny
y’all battle rap fans like, “of course. but he’s still nice.”
my n*gga, but any n*gga from the streets know ya b*tch a hoe, you lost in real life
i say real sh*t!
wait, wait, didn’t you put your hands on her at an event?
you be on that?
do you think cause you throw punches on smack we condone that?
like, like, you think being locked up mad times make you tough?
you gotta prove it
being locked up a bunch of times don’t mean you tough, it mean you stupid
while you was back and forth to jail
i took my blessings with every scar
but from getting locked up mad times, you ain’t learn nothin’ though?
didn’t you say it was a lesson in every bar?
and i was happy when he made it on tv
i was happy
then i started to lose respect for bro
he had me all excited to watch the sh*t
and he was only on two episodes
back to back
hey hold on
somebody tell peac*ck i want my $7.99 back, i’m a cheap n*gga
plus, i grew up off the real fresh prince, bel*air ain’t nothin’ but cheap liquor
so keep actin’ live like that’s what’s up
and for them guys you strappin’ up
and just like that role you played then, you gon’ die for actin’ tough
buck 50 bubble his face and his skin
if i don’t like him, that’s when the trouble
(waiting to begin)
suffocate him ’til he
(pass out)
and
(suffocate him again)
they say “why goodz always drinkin’ when he battle?”
(celebratin’ a win)

[round 3: eazy the block captain]
ayo, i’m livin’ the life of a movie that’s green lit
when the work was bad and we still profit of it we thank jesus
i mean, we done had so much work that we done bagged up half the rice
flights on hopper, we had to freeze it
but nah, nah, nah, we can’t talk to you like that though, so let’s not do that
wasn’t you just arguin’ with surf about money and he made you prove that?
didn’t you just post your appraisal for jewelry on instagram?
didn’t you inbox collie your bank statements?
dawg, what street n*gga would do that?
he been gaslighting y’all this whole time
all he do is throw shade
think about it
it was cassidy and ciphers back in the day and now it’s surf with the chains
n*ggas start hatin’ on me ’bout bein’ in movies, he’s a narcissist and a lame
tell y’all that it’s sl!ck talk
ain’t nothin’ sl!ck about hate
he’s a f*ckin’ cornball for real
this cannot be our poster boy for money, i will not have it
he don’t even talk money right for real y’all, he a cat fish
i mean, right message, wrong messager, he got it backwards
cause n*ggas that really got money money, they don’t keep talkin’ ’bout they status
n*ggas that try to convince me they got money, i be thinkin’ that they be cappin’
see that’s aura, we should that you got it without you tellin’ us you have it
but you keep talkin’ this presence sh*t though, when the f*ck you gonna start bein’ spectacular?
you tryin’ to convince me or you you got money n*gga?
when the f*ck is it gonna start feelin’ regular?
you attention*seeking ass old head, you an impostor
yeah money attract money, you know what else attract money n*gga? robbers
what be goin’ through y’all motherf*ckin’ heads? besides dyin’
you out here talkin’ ’bout “buy my bullet” cause you out here false advertisin’?
n*gga i will forever never hold my tongue
it’s 250 this and 80k that and y’all gon’ be suprised if good die young
i’m givin’ you the facts bul
out here tryin’ to look cool and sh*t
givin’ up information ain’t n0body f*ckin’ ask for
i don’t even know why, y’all like this n*gga
he not even believable
he got some assertiveness
he like, “seven streams of income”, yeah n*gga i heard that sh*t
then he also said he’d wear a designer shirt one time and never again
do you want to be a millionaire or not cause that’s called engaging in stupid purchases
i mean you almost got it, but when it come to studying money, bro you a stranger
cause the million/billion dollar n*ggas wear regular shirts and wranglers
you don’t even talk money right for real, n*gga it’s up with me
this n*gga be sayin’ support his black business, talk down on black people wearing a white person company
this n*gga’s a sucka for real, and i got more and sh*t
it’s gutta city every time i battle, this the first time you wore your sh*t
n*gga you’se a sucka
how y’all believe this n*gga a boss n*gga
he barely a street n*gga
what street n*gga let the world know his daughter his weakness
so they can step to her, checkin’ her
all that money he supposed to have, so if he owe a debt they collectin’ her
n*gga look slime
allah not done with me, soul in the balance, tryin’ to battle the demons that took mine
red dot in my pupil’s eye, he look high
i done grinded all through high school ’til i graduated
brony, i even took that white girl to the prom
we can talk about real estate or silly bread
usher in the coke and move a mountain
last time i got real money, you right, cops came and start flippin’ houses
i mean this sh*t ain’t fake
the packs like the abortion law, we got rid of the baby depending on the state
n*gga let’s get back to this
y’all let this dumb ass n*gga talk down on y’all? tragic sh*t
did we forget a few years ago your face and neck was fat as sh*t
n*gga you a tapper
.50 up, draw on him like the massacre
it relate, ill*strate, y’all lettin’ this n*gga sell y’all character
i mean it was so joe, to show surf touchin’ his chain
i said, “look bro, he wanna steal ya spot
but he was so fast to tuck in that m*th*f*cka though.”
i say you want motherf*ckas to know that chain real or not
n*gga when they look at you they see money
what?
they see you and see a p*ssy, n*gga
they see me, papi store, corner block come with it
if you not a motherf*ckin’ super stand and you don’t die, i promise you the aura will not come wit’ it
n*gga i’m a soldier
a dollar and a dream, i turn quotes into quotas
i’m talkin’ buy the trap house, now it’s “sell by owner”
vegas numbers, what i got under gonna put us over
you know the difference between me and you? n*gga it ain’t hard
it ain’t real if i ain’t stamp it, it’s a
(lesson in every bar)
i mean, when i say, “the talk is different”
that’s authentic for me relating to them
i done slept in buildings that wasn’t up to code, those places condemned
a near*death experience equaled i almost paid for my sin
they let off some shots we got away from the ops
we stopped and breathed, that’s how we celebrated our win
n*gga it’s a lesson in every bar
n*gga reincarnation couldn’t right this sh*t
n*gga my ops supposed to be hatin’, i just check to see who like the sh*t
n*gga i’m tired of my n*ggas gettin’ buried
when my dawg (dog) died, to feel his presence we had to pet the cemetery
n*gga i think you dirt
last n*gga that tried to sell me aura, it was church
n*gga had to beef over the internet to find out his net worth
you’se a p*ssy for real
and closed caskets is the arrangement n*gga
take my ass back to*
you can’t afford these payments n*gga
it’s gutta
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- urltv

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