DIAL 1-0-0
We back
And we better
Reflection in the mirror
Yeah I know who it is
I ain't ever been afraid to take shot cuz of a miss
Cane back stronger
I don't ever ask permission
I'm just plotting my position
So I can last a lot longer
Grass is always green where you water it
Nourish and Flourish
Yeah muster the courage
Cuz that next person in line lurking for certain
Or searchin for purpose
But I know what my worth is and I ain't perfect
All in agreement learn that Toltec
Get that soul checked
And Beat the full press
I ain't got no times for games
I'm my own contest
I had to feel that pain go through my chest
Now Imma do somethin' that's gone shock ya mama
Deep sessions changed her posture
Chakra docta, rock ya propa, please live long and prosper
Conquer yo monstas every chance you get
It feel like a concert every time I spit
Too legit, tool and clip
No foolishness, for this beat I need a Eulogist
True to this, you know stars shine luminous
Big dippa, Big drippa, Big tippa, Long dick her
Mr., Mr., I'm the coach Big Ditka
Bear or the Bull throw the game off kilter
I'm there when you need me don't get no realer, (Mmm)
Pick up the phone
Getchu a quote
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Down in the gutter, call up yo brotha
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Need you some healin', get back that feelin'
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0... mmm
My reflection, all complexions
Intertwined with the globe, every single direction...
I've seen... angelic sounds in this dimension
It was off of love, not a line of tension
Opposite of them Carolina lynchins'
R.I.P them boys, Taemon, Thomas, Lennon
I hope your parents hear this
And walk with ya spirits, steady stay fearless
Cu there ain't no other decision
Cant pack that luggage
You let God punish
Otherwise you never gonna reach your own Summit
Don't plummet, tough to stomach, lump in ya gullet, forever covet
Aint no budget that can save you from judgment, nothin from bluffin
If we lose em' gotta love em'
If they here, gotta hug em
Brother, pops, mother, cousin, whole family tree
Every time I close my eyes, I see my family team
Family feast, all succeed, its time to eat
No time to recede, I keep the pressure on em'
And if I break they neck looking throw the stretcher on em
And if they talking out they neck, throw the lecture on em
Only thing left to do is make it from the bottom
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0
Dial 1-0-0, uhh
And we better
Reflection in the mirror
Yeah I know who it is
I ain't ever been afraid to take shot cuz of a miss
Cane back stronger
I don't ever ask permission
I'm just plotting my position
So I can last a lot longer
Grass is always green where you water it
Nourish and Flourish
Yeah muster the courage
Cuz that next person in line lurking for certain
Or searchin for purpose
But I know what my worth is and I ain't perfect
All in agreement learn that Toltec
Get that soul checked
And Beat the full press
I ain't got no times for games
I'm my own contest
I had to feel that pain go through my chest
Now Imma do somethin' that's gone shock ya mama
Deep sessions changed her posture
Chakra docta, rock ya propa, please live long and prosper
Conquer yo monstas every chance you get
It feel like a concert every time I spit
Too legit, tool and clip
No foolishness, for this beat I need a Eulogist
True to this, you know stars shine luminous
Big dippa, Big drippa, Big tippa, Long dick her
Mr., Mr., I'm the coach Big Ditka
Bear or the Bull throw the game off kilter
I'm there when you need me don't get no realer, (Mmm)
Pick up the phone
Getchu a quote
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Down in the gutter, call up yo brotha
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Need you some healin', get back that feelin'
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET (CALL ME)
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0... mmm
My reflection, all complexions
Intertwined with the globe, every single direction...
I've seen... angelic sounds in this dimension
It was off of love, not a line of tension
Opposite of them Carolina lynchins'
R.I.P them boys, Taemon, Thomas, Lennon
I hope your parents hear this
And walk with ya spirits, steady stay fearless
Cu there ain't no other decision
Cant pack that luggage
You let God punish
Otherwise you never gonna reach your own Summit
Don't plummet, tough to stomach, lump in ya gullet, forever covet
Aint no budget that can save you from judgment, nothin from bluffin
If we lose em' gotta love em'
If they here, gotta hug em
Brother, pops, mother, cousin, whole family tree
Every time I close my eyes, I see my family team
Family feast, all succeed, its time to eat
No time to recede, I keep the pressure on em'
And if I break they neck looking throw the stretcher on em
And if they talking out they neck, throw the lecture on em
Only thing left to do is make it from the bottom
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0-WALL$TREET
Dial 1-0-0
Dial 1-0-0, uhh
Credits
Writer(s): William Wallace
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