Made by Society (feat. Numani)

Take a seat
Finna take you to the streets
Where it's only filled with greed
They want you to compete
Until you all deplete

And I don't fuck with that shit boutta do my own thang
I don't fuck with that shit boutta build my own rang
Shit, I wanna fuck with old thangs
Aye, and I got the whole gang with me
They with me
And now you wanna bang with me
But I don't bang, just know I'll hang
With these bad ass bittys on the low
Used to have me back then but not no mo'
And backitit up for the people in the back row aye
Backitit up for the people in the front row aye
And Backitit up for the people that seem to forget me aye
Backitit up for the people that don't want nun wit me aye
If you know those lines you an OG
OG Loc, San Andreas on the low
You a real one won't never forget you uh
And you know I'm gon' be witchu
Hold up, bring it back on the track like that
Girl you know yo ass is fat
Used to carry all this bullshit on my shoulders now it's back
I don't even gotta speak on it some people think I'm trash
But I don't give a fuck cuz now I'm spittin on these fire beats
I do not want to compete
I just want us all to reach the same level of congruency and fluency
It ain't all about the jewelry I'm more about it musically
And I wanna leave a legacy behind
I don't wanna be known just for rappin' all the time
I wanna be known for havin' all these flows
And havin' all the hoes
Well maybe not those cuz I'm a real ass nigga aye

Take a seat
Finna take you to the streets
Where it's only filled with greed
They want you to compete
Until you all deplete

Top shotta
Which casket gon fit you?
Dem bullets don't play around, dem hollows gon get you
Ya skin some paper lookin like the way they rip you
If I tell shawty gimme service do it well o I won't tip you!
Cuz I need me a Bonnie bitch she gotta have some hobbies too
Head like purple reign she leave me feelin quite phenomal
I don't need no problems I need franklins wit them colors blue
If I see sum I want I ain't gon ask fa it I'm robbin true
I neva ask fa handouts I prefer ta do some time up in that pen
Send em peoples we took families ma best condolences
I gave many people chances and that shit jus had ta end
Cuz love ain't worth nun in these streets get played then get played once again
I ain't gon fold again
Got sum tracers loaded in ma clip
Hit you in the dark
Star Wars shit
You know what it is
You ain't even gon feel it, it'll end you in a split
If it ain't merciful than what it is?
Shit, huh

Take a seat
Finna take you to the streets
Where it's only filled with greed
They want you to compete
Until you all deplete



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Arambula
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