Whoooaaa
Wooooooo
I'm baaaaaaaack
Two sides Gemini
Don't got no time to be talking haters
Everyday I'm at work I be clocking paper
Early in the morning all about performing
Money on mind call it brainstorming
Fucking wit my fam your family gon be morning
Oh yeah you can't stop my paper but you can watch me hater
I'll annihilate ya you sweet as now and laters
Don't make me smack at hater I need my stacks of paper
Cause if you push my buttons I'll be snapping like a gator
Hi hater you can die later
Got "em on the black list like they James Spader
You gon meet your maker I never been a faker
Always get the job done you niggas lost son
A bullet to the foot couldn't even stop the run
I still ran it back had to plan and attack
Just like a DJ you know I'm all about my scratch
Niggas talk a good game but they don't make it back
The devil make ya fade to black
This is just a hobby I don't care if I get payed to rap
I'm a fucking blaze the track tell you how a nigga feel
Did so much dirt in the streets when I played the field
But you know this nigga one thing always kept it real
Ain't no half stepping still I'm a lethal weapon still
Love the rush for the thrills man this shit give me chills
I be feeling high for real city of the fucking steel
Nigga my city no chill I can care less how you fucking feel
Cause I'm trying to do this shit just to pay my fucking bills
You rather see me struggle still
Im a make it to the top cause that's how I fucking feel
If you don't like it you can eat the fucking steel
And that's real that's real nigga
I'm baaaaaaaack
Two sides Gemini
Don't got no time to be talking haters
Everyday I'm at work I be clocking paper
Early in the morning all about performing
Money on mind call it brainstorming
Fucking wit my fam your family gon be morning
Oh yeah you can't stop my paper but you can watch me hater
I'll annihilate ya you sweet as now and laters
Don't make me smack at hater I need my stacks of paper
Cause if you push my buttons I'll be snapping like a gator
Hi hater you can die later
Got "em on the black list like they James Spader
You gon meet your maker I never been a faker
Always get the job done you niggas lost son
A bullet to the foot couldn't even stop the run
I still ran it back had to plan and attack
Just like a DJ you know I'm all about my scratch
Niggas talk a good game but they don't make it back
The devil make ya fade to black
This is just a hobby I don't care if I get payed to rap
I'm a fucking blaze the track tell you how a nigga feel
Did so much dirt in the streets when I played the field
But you know this nigga one thing always kept it real
Ain't no half stepping still I'm a lethal weapon still
Love the rush for the thrills man this shit give me chills
I be feeling high for real city of the fucking steel
Nigga my city no chill I can care less how you fucking feel
Cause I'm trying to do this shit just to pay my fucking bills
You rather see me struggle still
Im a make it to the top cause that's how I fucking feel
If you don't like it you can eat the fucking steel
And that's real that's real nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Moses
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