Complaints

Don't take no deal that coming with no deal
Only deal with the real like we coming with the steel
Left my feelings on the floor, left morals on the table
Full force for the team like the forces on the field, yeah
Pardon my delivery, fucking with your energy
Fucking with your ho, then bring her back like a delivery
Pass the blunt around run the game like that baton thing
The highs go low too quick like gravity
Passionately writing this, ride with that, Rhyming shit
Fans on your dick fry that up like sausages
She fashion she buying from your credit
Magic your cards, gon appear in some other decks (whoa)
Copping this, copping that coat, hanging your throat
Coins, insert in your ass casino hoax
Don't complain what we say, relax what we say
They don't, they don't
Extra what we giving ya, keep reminding em hm
That's what the procedure is, stay assigned to it, hm
Never leave the crib without living higher than lit

I ain't said enough, I ain't got enough whoa
I'm building up, why you fuck with us? whoa
Keep the bass on roll, yeah we turning up, yeah
Gimme bank roll then we spend it like, whoa
They gonna pull em in the dark
They Wanna keep in the room
They wanna give em no room
Give em broom no spark
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I can feel the energy, all in the delivery
Really been larger than life
You rappers mini me's
Lifestyle minimized, spitting these wicked rhymes
Seen a picket fence and I seen picket signs
You ain't really writing your bars, I'm hand picking mine
Tell by the way that I trap, this rap redefined
I put three fingers up, read between the lines
I ain't really waiting to die for them to give me mine
Don't try gassing me up, fuelling the fire
Feuding is feudal, we ain't usual niggas
Christ on the cross this crucial nigga
Way I pen this down like the crucible nigga
I be working hard to get unusual figures
Something new for my niggas, tho nothing new to me nigga
What I been through, what could do to me nigga?
Don't run your mouth, run the jewelry nigga
Bars feel like Me, Big, Nas and Jigga
All wrapped up in a real rap nigga
Killing the game, this PRYDE The King
Now take the casket with ya

I ain't said enough, I ain't got enough whoa
I'm building up, why you fuck with us? whoa
Keep the bass on roll, yeah we turning up, yeah
Gimme bank roll then we spend it like, whoa
They gonna pull em in the dark
They wanna keep in the room
They wanna give em no room
Give em broom no spark
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