Minerals

It's prolly because I'm not living a lie
But you niggas is frontin
All them bitches you fuckin and hittin them raw
They ain't giving you nothin?
You ain't getting no burn?
Thought you was spitting that raw?
My bad I musta forgot
No, you was hitting it raw
You ain't spitting no bars
My shit is sicker than SARS
Only got a couple bars left to finish you off
So you know it's child's play like miniature golf
I been a boss since the Pistons lost
You know, swept by the Bulls
My message ain't full of subliminals
Giving these niggas the minerals
My shit is nutritional
Your shit is fictional
I'm giving you visuals
Just thought I should mention bro
Painting these pictures with words
Nouns, adjectives, verbs
Gone off the liquor and herb
My title is Sir
So address me as such
Nigga I'm sexy as fuck!
Peace to gods. Peace to gods
I just chef'd up a nice feast for gods
I don't give a fuck bitch. Even. Odds
If you beef with god, you might meet the god
And I ain't talkin bout HOVA
But you can show me what you got
Plus I'm like Kobe with the rock on 2K
I wear all my throwbacks on Tuesday
Cause on Thursday I'm thirsty
I never do little like Murphy
And none of you niggas can hurt me
Cause you ain't truly hard
So save all that drama for Julliard

Peace to gods
Nigga, I said peace to gods
You better wish some peace to gods
Yeah, peace to gods

R.I.P. Sean Price



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Writer(s): Nigel Hill
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