Rns
It's a steady progression
Them niggas whan talk on me, whan hate on me
Tell em get out of my section
The ones that do the most that say they're bro
Tell em get out of my session
Huh I ain't doing no mention huh
These niggas are following me no teacher
Tell em get the fuck out my lesson
Their ain't no priest so gotta tell bro go bless em
In piece may he rest in
Can't lie man love this paper so like in money we invest in
Don't talk bout Brizz when we aim for the top like
Don't bring that vest in
All of the times I hop on a track ye I'm bringing my best in
Don't laugh or take no jokes when it comes to the pen and paper
Can't lie man's running for the bag like mad
Get p's then hoes come later
Most of these man are after fame no squad
Man are tranna get baiter (beta)
Don't step to loose ima hit you with the flick no cam
We don't take no picture
Come with the serious 4 that shit is fantastic
Bad bs get to shaking their back when they hear my track
That shit elastic
Real talk I don't fuck with the fakes don't care if it shakes
Don't give me that plastic
MKay I'm good in the hood real niggas will that shits from static
Won't end broke in a home
So I spat from dome and started off rapping
When I spit form the dome get a round of applause
No talk them man get clapping
It ain't gotta be road jus stick to the rap
My bro don't start off trapping
One track and people got gassed no Ls that's fax these Ws I'm catching
Look
It's a steady progression
Them niggas whan talk on me, whan hate on me
Tell em get out of my section
The ones that do the most that say they're bro
Tell em get out of my session
Huh I ain't doing no mention huh
These niggas are following me no teacher
Tell em get the fuck out my lesson
015 when I went Ot
Babe go low and gag real quick for a real ol G
All gassed up on F oh god now they're back to start on E
Money on my mind it's MOB back that with DTB
All Black out like John when I step in the ring you can't c me
One nice gyal jus come by me baby gyal jus wine on me
She said we're gonna fight like UFC I know it's not what she means
I said yeah that's calm jus me n you let's see who's beating who
Them niggas whan talk on me, whan hate on me
Tell em get out of my section
The ones that do the most that say they're bro
Tell em get out of my session
Huh I ain't doing no mention huh
These niggas are following me no teacher
Tell em get the fuck out my lesson
Their ain't no priest so gotta tell bro go bless em
In piece may he rest in
Can't lie man love this paper so like in money we invest in
Don't talk bout Brizz when we aim for the top like
Don't bring that vest in
All of the times I hop on a track ye I'm bringing my best in
Don't laugh or take no jokes when it comes to the pen and paper
Can't lie man's running for the bag like mad
Get p's then hoes come later
Most of these man are after fame no squad
Man are tranna get baiter (beta)
Don't step to loose ima hit you with the flick no cam
We don't take no picture
Come with the serious 4 that shit is fantastic
Bad bs get to shaking their back when they hear my track
That shit elastic
Real talk I don't fuck with the fakes don't care if it shakes
Don't give me that plastic
MKay I'm good in the hood real niggas will that shits from static
Won't end broke in a home
So I spat from dome and started off rapping
When I spit form the dome get a round of applause
No talk them man get clapping
It ain't gotta be road jus stick to the rap
My bro don't start off trapping
One track and people got gassed no Ls that's fax these Ws I'm catching
Look
It's a steady progression
Them niggas whan talk on me, whan hate on me
Tell em get out of my section
The ones that do the most that say they're bro
Tell em get out of my session
Huh I ain't doing no mention huh
These niggas are following me no teacher
Tell em get the fuck out my lesson
015 when I went Ot
Babe go low and gag real quick for a real ol G
All gassed up on F oh god now they're back to start on E
Money on my mind it's MOB back that with DTB
All Black out like John when I step in the ring you can't c me
One nice gyal jus come by me baby gyal jus wine on me
She said we're gonna fight like UFC I know it's not what she means
I said yeah that's calm jus me n you let's see who's beating who
Credits
Writer(s): Martins Kagame
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