SLEEP/SHELLSHOCKED
Immaculate. To be accurate
My vernacular is actually
A hundred flame from a magnifying glass to it
Trick, look close and you can see who I'm matching with
Yo
Niggas my sons. Nobody comin' close
Except for niggas that I'm sittin' up in traffic with
Had to- run this shit, like I crashed the whip
It's tragic., but this shit wasn't no accident
Alright, I'm 'bout to pick it up
I had to let it ring for a second
Cause I knew niggaz was 'bout to act tough
Yo you new niggaz aint really that tough
Slammed the phone down after I told them, "Shut the fuck up"
Baby
And I aint practice and this shit aint just happen
I just went through so much shit, that I had mastered it
So I aint finna run around and be claiming I'm the best like Cassidy
This shit is bigger than me and so this shit is a masterpiece
Who want it?
I swear to God I got my first rap from my uncle
Who wrote it in a prison cell, intended as poem
Who sent it off from there, but i aint take it as a warning
I took it to yo bitch, took it to the marijuana
And then my dawg crib, and then we took that to the corner
And when I finished taking everything that i wanted
It crumbled in my hand and all I had was the come up
My dawg
That's where I come from
That why I'm looking at you niggas like you dumb dumbs
Yeah, I ain't the king of no a like niggas
Nah, We all some 1 of 1's
We are like the smell of rain before the thunder come
That's why we coming down yo block, you hear them dun dun duns
Baby
Who is weak?
Not the one who lose from trying to get a win
Tell me dawg, am I insane from trying to try again?
Just the way you going. Gon' take it for another spin
Hop in the driver, hit the blunt, my foot in the engine
Hundred on the dash, 200 my pocket for some cash
On the road to riches, hope I aint't that nigga who be last
To be honest I only just started getting to the bag
2 year ago I was in the mission racing for a rack
I was Dreamville, down bad, looking real sad
Ride the MARTA for 2 hour just to have no ride back
Making sacrifices, paying all type of stupid prices
Til' I realized a nigga only bought it cause you liked it
I been in these battlegrounds for like way too long
Shellshocked by rattle sounds, the snakes did me wrong
Not to mention the feds be trying to get a nigga gone
But they gon' finally have a reason by the end of this song
If I
Fall off
I I
I won't
Uh uh
My vernacular is actually
A hundred flame from a magnifying glass to it
Trick, look close and you can see who I'm matching with
Yo
Niggas my sons. Nobody comin' close
Except for niggas that I'm sittin' up in traffic with
Had to- run this shit, like I crashed the whip
It's tragic., but this shit wasn't no accident
Alright, I'm 'bout to pick it up
I had to let it ring for a second
Cause I knew niggaz was 'bout to act tough
Yo you new niggaz aint really that tough
Slammed the phone down after I told them, "Shut the fuck up"
Baby
And I aint practice and this shit aint just happen
I just went through so much shit, that I had mastered it
So I aint finna run around and be claiming I'm the best like Cassidy
This shit is bigger than me and so this shit is a masterpiece
Who want it?
I swear to God I got my first rap from my uncle
Who wrote it in a prison cell, intended as poem
Who sent it off from there, but i aint take it as a warning
I took it to yo bitch, took it to the marijuana
And then my dawg crib, and then we took that to the corner
And when I finished taking everything that i wanted
It crumbled in my hand and all I had was the come up
My dawg
That's where I come from
That why I'm looking at you niggas like you dumb dumbs
Yeah, I ain't the king of no a like niggas
Nah, We all some 1 of 1's
We are like the smell of rain before the thunder come
That's why we coming down yo block, you hear them dun dun duns
Baby
Who is weak?
Not the one who lose from trying to get a win
Tell me dawg, am I insane from trying to try again?
Just the way you going. Gon' take it for another spin
Hop in the driver, hit the blunt, my foot in the engine
Hundred on the dash, 200 my pocket for some cash
On the road to riches, hope I aint't that nigga who be last
To be honest I only just started getting to the bag
2 year ago I was in the mission racing for a rack
I was Dreamville, down bad, looking real sad
Ride the MARTA for 2 hour just to have no ride back
Making sacrifices, paying all type of stupid prices
Til' I realized a nigga only bought it cause you liked it
I been in these battlegrounds for like way too long
Shellshocked by rattle sounds, the snakes did me wrong
Not to mention the feds be trying to get a nigga gone
But they gon' finally have a reason by the end of this song
If I
Fall off
I I
I won't
Uh uh
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Writer(s): Kahlil Bowen
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