The Matrix (feat. Trill Vybz & I V)
Yeah
Yo-Yo
Be like
Holl-up, wait for a minute
That's the booth, I'ma hop right in it
Tell the truth, a nigga out here sinning
I worship the mic like that shit is a new religion
(Like Woah)
Wait for a minute
Got the J, I'ma pass it in a minute
Pass my Js, I'ma rock em in a minute
I'ma rock the place, you can tell
'Cause I'm all about my bucks like Giannis
Mc hammer flow, can't touch this
I know these niggas can't top this
What you expect from a nigga from the projects
On that grind 'cause we out to make profits
Gotta find a way 'cause I never went to college
And all my homies be reckless, but I'm tryna ball like the lakers
And I got lotta opps on my hitlist
Get em out my way that's a quick fix
K side niggas we stay lit
This right here is the matrix
24-7, I'm paper chasing
Gotta get it now, I ain't got no patience
Out for the crown, give no fucks if it's taken
Young black Jigga, I'm a legend in the making
I'm talking bout getting this cheque homie
I don't care even the feds watching
Just want me my money
And all of em shawty
And steady I'm cruising with BIG STEPPA
Just know when I'm balling I made it
And fuck all this niggas who street plotting
I'll be wise enough not to Fuck with cappers
Out the trenches, I'm rolling with real trappers
I don't care about Ls, counting my wins
No ice on my neck, I ain't young Shabba Ranks
Why they be stressing, do all for the team
Stars do align, look how we shine
Sleep through the day, then we grindin' all night
24 karat, put that on my mind
Is why I stay bussing, till when I'm gon' get it
Need more prescriptions on my paramedics
'Cause I'm going crazy at the sick bay
With a psycho bitch calling me Sensai
She got two moods so call her 2face
Now I smashed them both that's a closed case
My homies we pull and do the race
We different my nigga we from the k
We got demons my Nigga, like Amaarae
I told you my niggas they play no games
(Wait)
Hollup, wait for a minute
That's the booth, I'ma hop right in it
Tell the truth, a nigga out here sinning
I worship the mic like that shit is a new religion
(Like Woah)
Wait for a minute
Got the j, I'ma pass it in a minute
Pass my J's, I'ma rock em in a minute
I'ma rock the place, you can tell when I'm finished
Boy!!!
I got bars and verses, who wants to get murdered
Asked for a beast, well you got what you ordered
I see you shaking, you're looking real bothered
Not so tough now that I got your ass cornered
Told you never underestimate my pretty face
Just 'cause I look innocent, doesn't mean I will not hesitate
To do what I gotta do
And that includes
Putting a Bullet or two in you
Not gonna lie, a dead opps is dead as a pretty view
Stuck between good and then evil
I think I might need a redo
Forgave these niggas the first time
But this time, it's time to get lethal
Feed me a beat, bro I'm famished
Thought we already established
I'm the best of the best of the best of the best
And there's nothing you can do about it
You could hate though, but I warn you
My head's got horns not a halo
If you cross a line that you shouldn't cross
Understand things are gonna get fatal
You want smoke, got crisis
Don't believe me then try it
We got violence on our minds, call it Military Minded
You want smoke, got crisis
Don't believe me try it
We got violence on our minds, call it Military Minded
(Mindz Bitch!!!)
Yo-Yo
Be like
Holl-up, wait for a minute
That's the booth, I'ma hop right in it
Tell the truth, a nigga out here sinning
I worship the mic like that shit is a new religion
(Like Woah)
Wait for a minute
Got the J, I'ma pass it in a minute
Pass my Js, I'ma rock em in a minute
I'ma rock the place, you can tell
'Cause I'm all about my bucks like Giannis
Mc hammer flow, can't touch this
I know these niggas can't top this
What you expect from a nigga from the projects
On that grind 'cause we out to make profits
Gotta find a way 'cause I never went to college
And all my homies be reckless, but I'm tryna ball like the lakers
And I got lotta opps on my hitlist
Get em out my way that's a quick fix
K side niggas we stay lit
This right here is the matrix
24-7, I'm paper chasing
Gotta get it now, I ain't got no patience
Out for the crown, give no fucks if it's taken
Young black Jigga, I'm a legend in the making
I'm talking bout getting this cheque homie
I don't care even the feds watching
Just want me my money
And all of em shawty
And steady I'm cruising with BIG STEPPA
Just know when I'm balling I made it
And fuck all this niggas who street plotting
I'll be wise enough not to Fuck with cappers
Out the trenches, I'm rolling with real trappers
I don't care about Ls, counting my wins
No ice on my neck, I ain't young Shabba Ranks
Why they be stressing, do all for the team
Stars do align, look how we shine
Sleep through the day, then we grindin' all night
24 karat, put that on my mind
Is why I stay bussing, till when I'm gon' get it
Need more prescriptions on my paramedics
'Cause I'm going crazy at the sick bay
With a psycho bitch calling me Sensai
She got two moods so call her 2face
Now I smashed them both that's a closed case
My homies we pull and do the race
We different my nigga we from the k
We got demons my Nigga, like Amaarae
I told you my niggas they play no games
(Wait)
Hollup, wait for a minute
That's the booth, I'ma hop right in it
Tell the truth, a nigga out here sinning
I worship the mic like that shit is a new religion
(Like Woah)
Wait for a minute
Got the j, I'ma pass it in a minute
Pass my J's, I'ma rock em in a minute
I'ma rock the place, you can tell when I'm finished
Boy!!!
I got bars and verses, who wants to get murdered
Asked for a beast, well you got what you ordered
I see you shaking, you're looking real bothered
Not so tough now that I got your ass cornered
Told you never underestimate my pretty face
Just 'cause I look innocent, doesn't mean I will not hesitate
To do what I gotta do
And that includes
Putting a Bullet or two in you
Not gonna lie, a dead opps is dead as a pretty view
Stuck between good and then evil
I think I might need a redo
Forgave these niggas the first time
But this time, it's time to get lethal
Feed me a beat, bro I'm famished
Thought we already established
I'm the best of the best of the best of the best
And there's nothing you can do about it
You could hate though, but I warn you
My head's got horns not a halo
If you cross a line that you shouldn't cross
Understand things are gonna get fatal
You want smoke, got crisis
Don't believe me then try it
We got violence on our minds, call it Military Minded
You want smoke, got crisis
Don't believe me try it
We got violence on our minds, call it Military Minded
(Mindz Bitch!!!)
Credits
Writer(s): Abdulqudus Adeiza, Divine Atauio, Job Solomon
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