Legend Has It (feat. Paris Woods)
They know my aura my is lit
Who wanna dim it?
I keep me a can of kerosene
Shine like a Florida strip, I'm going all in
They compare me to champs and everything
I was a crack baby, but heavily weeded
No chances with methamphetamine
Track I'm on can't be deleted
Only two things I needed, the checks and better things
I could coach them, who need a stylist?
When professing it, who's needs a college?
Seems like niggas ain't keeping it G anymore
It's more like five hundred dollars
Stacking my body count upping the mileage
But now when they reach out they're never acknowledged
I keep to myself and I'm keeping that promise
Like Abe, the first thing they say is I'm honest
Holding a Dixie cup like it's a chalice
Juggling multiple hustles that's balance
I don't wonder no more, it's for Alice
Niggas tell on themselves with a status
I don't entertain anything childish
Just admit it, you mentally challenged
Kept it real but they view it as callous
Madness, you'll know when it's malice
They don't like what they taste on their pallets
Like when she say she been waiting for marriage
It's more than attention they want me to cherish
Came in with dignity leaving embarrassed
Don't need confirmation, believe me I'm valid
I'm saving my energy like a appliance
But shawty keep staring, she rubbing my phallus
So me and my bitch is the better alliance
I'll pass it
I promise you don't want the smoke
Cradle to the grave
I won't live my life a slave
Gotta get it in six different ways
Me and E go back like braids
Bible verses in my brain
Ice running through my veins
The pain left me disarrayed
Every night I gotta pray
Nightmares left me wide awake
People think I'm crazy, but my daughter keep me sane
Bitch, I was walking in the rain
Wasn't talking to you lames
Man, I do it for the love, niggas do it for the fame
Look how far we done came
Bitch catch up
Made up for all I messed up
From a place where you gotta keep yo' vest up
Niggas hatin', tell 'em bless up
Get ya checks up
Niggas fake, playing dress up
Won't ever let up
I'm an Ypsilanti repper, you know I'm next up
Niggas thought I lost, but I'm only getting better
Northfaces keep me warm in the winter weather
Remember when a nigga was eating Top Ramen for dinner, nigga
Who wanna dim it?
I keep me a can of kerosene
Shine like a Florida strip, I'm going all in
They compare me to champs and everything
I was a crack baby, but heavily weeded
No chances with methamphetamine
Track I'm on can't be deleted
Only two things I needed, the checks and better things
I could coach them, who need a stylist?
When professing it, who's needs a college?
Seems like niggas ain't keeping it G anymore
It's more like five hundred dollars
Stacking my body count upping the mileage
But now when they reach out they're never acknowledged
I keep to myself and I'm keeping that promise
Like Abe, the first thing they say is I'm honest
Holding a Dixie cup like it's a chalice
Juggling multiple hustles that's balance
I don't wonder no more, it's for Alice
Niggas tell on themselves with a status
I don't entertain anything childish
Just admit it, you mentally challenged
Kept it real but they view it as callous
Madness, you'll know when it's malice
They don't like what they taste on their pallets
Like when she say she been waiting for marriage
It's more than attention they want me to cherish
Came in with dignity leaving embarrassed
Don't need confirmation, believe me I'm valid
I'm saving my energy like a appliance
But shawty keep staring, she rubbing my phallus
So me and my bitch is the better alliance
I'll pass it
I promise you don't want the smoke
Cradle to the grave
I won't live my life a slave
Gotta get it in six different ways
Me and E go back like braids
Bible verses in my brain
Ice running through my veins
The pain left me disarrayed
Every night I gotta pray
Nightmares left me wide awake
People think I'm crazy, but my daughter keep me sane
Bitch, I was walking in the rain
Wasn't talking to you lames
Man, I do it for the love, niggas do it for the fame
Look how far we done came
Bitch catch up
Made up for all I messed up
From a place where you gotta keep yo' vest up
Niggas hatin', tell 'em bless up
Get ya checks up
Niggas fake, playing dress up
Won't ever let up
I'm an Ypsilanti repper, you know I'm next up
Niggas thought I lost, but I'm only getting better
Northfaces keep me warm in the winter weather
Remember when a nigga was eating Top Ramen for dinner, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Duke
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