Finish Line
Give me a pad let the pencil run
Every shorty jump and give brain, temple run
We going ape to get the cake Back like Kotter the Don dadda on different planes
Travolta
The illest mufucka on the east sling flows from the holster
They gotta know we be the truth nigga
They lightweight I'm thinking I can roof niggas
Heads up, my nigga gloves off
You always see 'em stuntin like they want war
Lyrical assassin on they asses this is one draw
Soy sauce, wasabi son I'm so raw
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
Lyrics flow with no gravity
Don't know me but they hear me
Magnetic what I must be
Then add a burst of energy
When I start to spit they feeling me
Blood or Cuz I'm still a G
Duke, Blaze, and
All of them they cool with me
Grown man music TNG
Flex drop the bomb that's TNT
Some fine women that's real pretty
Black, Haitian, and Cherokee
Told you it's a variety
Flirty girl she PTY
Crack my back give me therapy
I laugh out loud it's all for free
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
Yall fuckers better know we reppin' 050 shit
Making a hit wit any serve you pitch
I would never try to preserve a bitch
I'm just giving them my services
That's all she get
I'm coming in 1st and you coming in 5th
I'm spittin it worse and I'm giving the piff
And I'm going to work and you call in sick
Fuck is wrong bring the shit to my hood it's on
Change ya tone and yall niggas are gone
And you don't cross the zone or we'll pull that chrome
Stand in line and you crossing the finish line and look this will ending your time and
This shit is a hit rewind this
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
Every shorty jump and give brain, temple run
We going ape to get the cake Back like Kotter the Don dadda on different planes
Travolta
The illest mufucka on the east sling flows from the holster
They gotta know we be the truth nigga
They lightweight I'm thinking I can roof niggas
Heads up, my nigga gloves off
You always see 'em stuntin like they want war
Lyrical assassin on they asses this is one draw
Soy sauce, wasabi son I'm so raw
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
Lyrics flow with no gravity
Don't know me but they hear me
Magnetic what I must be
Then add a burst of energy
When I start to spit they feeling me
Blood or Cuz I'm still a G
Duke, Blaze, and
All of them they cool with me
Grown man music TNG
Flex drop the bomb that's TNT
Some fine women that's real pretty
Black, Haitian, and Cherokee
Told you it's a variety
Flirty girl she PTY
Crack my back give me therapy
I laugh out loud it's all for free
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
Yall fuckers better know we reppin' 050 shit
Making a hit wit any serve you pitch
I would never try to preserve a bitch
I'm just giving them my services
That's all she get
I'm coming in 1st and you coming in 5th
I'm spittin it worse and I'm giving the piff
And I'm going to work and you call in sick
Fuck is wrong bring the shit to my hood it's on
Change ya tone and yall niggas are gone
And you don't cross the zone or we'll pull that chrome
Stand in line and you crossing the finish line and look this will ending your time and
This shit is a hit rewind this
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Steady pace, I'll see you at the finish line
Getting mine
Homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's dinner time
Get in line, son I'm getting mine
I'll see you mufuckas at the finish line
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Writer(s): Aaron Smith
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