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I'm just out here tryna do my thang
Niggas out here always wanna bang
They don't even know what to do
Won't focus on their aim
I'm just tryna do my thang
Niggas always wanna bang
They don't know what to shoot

Stop!
Chasing women
Stop!
Smoking weed
Focus on your passion
Focus on your needs
Said some family members
And your future seeds
Is it what you want?
Cause its what you need
Might be what I say to myself before I sleep
Its been hard to pray but I've been at heed
If it is your passion then you should succeed
But they don't like you rapping fast unless them words coming out your ass

Additive addiction, additional to this fiction
Pop 3 addies soon as the kick bump with diction
I hope you didnt think I was gonna write a depiction of a mental impatient
Contemplacent with competition
I am...
Coming for anything thats in my category
With versatility, he really has it gory
Cause bodies hit the pavement, a million chests gonna cave in
Another million will bleed the consistancy of a raven
Since everybody going round and saying anything then I'm a say anything
Life's a chick taking any ring
Mood balling, take any swing
Like hey batter batter, it don't matter
Order whole lotta chicken platter
Everyone eats less you down the latter (Work!)
Get up off that little matter, babygirl, it could be fatter
Dude, get up off that game, score as a player in the name
Of a woman who knows herself
Close to her then you're close to God
Close to me, then you close tk God
If we're all equal, then whats the odds that I'll live?

One in a million or 1 million to a pie (pI)
Luck might help you taste a crumb long as you feel the vibe
I'm just living, young, sophisticated, and I'm high
High, high, high, high!

They say less is more
I bet I score
From the corner pocket
To your side whore and your main chick
Rest assure you that I'm on acid...
Reign!

I should get ready for war cause they're marching
I should get ready for war cause they're starting to find that we're better than war
Nothing better than more of my brethren leading leaders with lead again

Rap like in the corp to be a veteran
Couldn't force the vibe, had to let 'em in
Well, better luck melting candles
It all looks nice, funny how they deceive you
Took the oath outta disbelief
Now guess who's a believer? Yeah

There's no hate for your skin tone
There's no love for your mental
Strive for love, pussy, and dough
But preparations mando
Better be careful where you get your ammo (hide yo kids, hide yo wife)
Cause evil out here wearing camo
(And better keep your eye on tight)

Cause I'm just out here tryna do my thang
Niggas out here always wanna bang
They don't even know what to do
Won't focus on their aim
I'm just tryna do my thang
Niggas always wanna bang
They don't know what to shoot



Credits
Writer(s): Niemem Moore
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