Battle Tested

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Yes Sir
Hey listen here man
Im fittin keep it clean man
I aint gone bullish u man
Picture u iggas Fn wit me
Now dat usin ur imagination
Dats like gettin 2 where u gotta b
Without usin no navigation
Not a chance u really lost
U cant dance 2 every song
Sometimes u gotta kic bac n tap ur feet
I commence 2 do my business iggas hasslin me
I aint nev had a co defendant
But somehow dees iggas keep on mentionin me
When dey go 2 get sentenced
Cause im n dees streets real Rocky
U iggas Clubber Lane
MR T ass igga had 100 chains
Had da nerve 2 act surprised when da government came
Aint understand crime just was lovin tha fame
N tha middle of his trial da itch uttered my name
I said
Had da nerve 2 act surprised when tha government came
N tha middle of his trial da itch uttered my name
Concentratin on my style u shouldve studied my game
Dats what got ya fly ass stuck n a cage
Tryna keep up wit me like runnin a Maze
While dey play Frankie Beverly
My slang so Heavenly
Tha Creator made it so dem people did neva c
Me slangin flava but u haters wanna tell on me
Cant stand no mo felonies
Next time u ussy iggas c me its gone b on tha tv
Uhh
Say tha only exit 4 a real igga is gettin killed or prison
I beg 2 differ
I dont giv a fuc
I had good intentions
I switched it up
I made good decisions
I did it different
I fulfilled da mission
Im so tired of tha lyin n tha constant snatchin ass
Remind me of some kamikaze pilots dat dont neva crash
Igga lyin bout his grind he aint used 2 havin cash
U c he quiet when im round n usually h flashy
Tha truth is he ashy like a MFn urn
Movin all fast wait ur MFn turn
Got Henrico on loc n I aint neva been out Parham
Get my shoes str8 out da box n u dudes couldnt wear em
Dats my word im from da suburbs
Aint meet a city igga dat out did me wit bwrds
Aint meet a county igga datll serve da way I serve
Pull up dump da flav pic up da pay den I swerve
Me n da game we became married
Sent me 2 slay dis a lame igga purge
All da people rappin u c who emerged
It aint already u should b discouraged
All dat cappin n dem fairies
Yall like adolescents wishin 4 flurries
Now dey stressin I made an appearance
Im having a blast just like a terrorist
Im so tired of tha lyin n tha constant snatchin ass
Remind me of some kamikaze pilots dat dont neva crash
Igga lyin bout his grind he aint used 2 having cash
U c he quiet when im round n usually he flashy
Cant play past me
Igga if u need a favor
Itch just ask me
U keep goin n circles
Just like we at a trac meet
I dont wanna hurt u on purpose
But all dat jumpin da hurdles
Is takin me nervous
Dem facts G
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Credits
Writer(s): Scoop Brenner, Troy Caple
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