MVP

From the ground up
Fake can't come around us
A chance nobody allowed us
Bitch niggas rather clown us
They count you out
Before they see what you about
Seen niggas go in a drought
Sit on they ass in the house
Just talking out they mouth
And they never got wet again?
Oh you sending threats again?
Leave you with no face like the slender man
Don't gotta say who I'm better than
I Just control my temper fam
But fuck that I work smarter
Go harder, skill much sharper
Gotta make the cut like a barber
Aim and shoot like a archer
You just gone dodge like a charger
If you know where I started, stay cold hearted
We gone make it regardless
Mess with the wrong squadron
We gone go nuts like almonds
Burgundy garment, hole in ya head like dolphin
Then lynch you with ya body harness
I'm the MVP, niggas still sleep
I haven't missed a beat, still coming with heat
Gotta walk before you crawl
I feel like I been through it all
back in 2012 and book y'all
Treat you like the work and Hibachi cook y'all
If you Not supporting then fuck y'all
Lying ass nigga lightning struck y'all
Bird ass nigga I'll pluck y'all
Take the baby .380 with no safety and chuck y'all
It's 4 in the morning
I'm working y'all yawning
Patron I'm always pouring
For the people I'm still mourning
I feel like I never did nothing right
Stay up all night and just write
Everyday I keep a poke tucked tight
Haha! You Got sliced? You tough right
Everyday it's about work
Don't be on my ass popping percs
Bitches say imma fucking flirt
I rather go on roads and catch works
Give a smirk to the clerk
After I purchase a new Versace shirt
Still a few I know on the block
I'm not shocked
Can't Open what's not locked
System wanna see us rot
Instead of us tryna own a yacht
And have ya own spot
Cook what's in your own pot
Be thankful for what you got



Credits
Writer(s): Ameil Jack
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