MUJUSHIN

I remember days when I was starving
Things I made up in my garden
Wasn't aimed to feed those niggas that'll backstab
Was never up now brodie getting off his pack fast
Don't humor me with any features that's a cash grab
Niggas sleeping on the team like we ain't past that
When I say that I ain't got it for 'em that's my last laugh
Ain't no running up on me then take it back with backtracks
I just see my future and my shorty with the fat cat
My pen still
Pen wills I been ill
No choice but to feel skill my quill
Give real thrills
And you ain't gotta like it, shit divisive
Just know you do me wrong in any way and you can die quick
Niggas tryna be like Mike
I'm more like Mike Tyson
You behind these bars behind these dogs like you Mike Vick
I been nice before me and the brodie made that type shit
Mob style hit inside the spot wielding an ice pick

It's routine to have a father gone
And mama stressing trying to feast and keep the water on
When my pen hits on the page witness the god in form
Ain't got time for stupid niggas that are not informed
It's routine to have a father gone
And mama stressing trying to feast and keep the water on
When my pen hits on the page witness the god in form
Ain't got time for stupid niggas that are not informed

Witnessing death is tragic
Smiling through all the bad shit
Rapping ass niggas can't even touch on the fabric
Had my shit mapped out, planned, and I had graphed it
Life been good to me like eighty-seven to magic
Don't care how real you say you are if the actions are plastic
You'll never be half imagine
Me tripping out then I'm crashing
Taking flows without asking
Is worse than handing in passive
Aggression
Brash and be lashing
On those that want you to have this
Take a second
View the price
Losing sight
Of what you came for
It ain't worth losing life because your pride blocked
Nowadays this shit be out of pocket when the times hot
Little niggas younger than nine be having the nine cocked
I be sipping wine, scotch
Thinking over sublime plots
Won't be going out cooning or have them loading my pine box
Feeling inclined to my stock
Whether or not I shine ock
These words will live forever they read a bar and their eyes pop

It's routine to have a father gone
And mama stressing trying to feast and keep the water on
When my pen hits on the page witness the god in form
Ain't got time for stupid niggas that are not informed
It's routine to have a father gone
And mama stressing trying to feast and keep the water on
When my pen hits on the page witness the god in form
Ain't got time for stupid niggas that are not informed

Whatever you do with your time just know it ain't it
Small ball niggas be always stuck in the basics
Niggas really trash and really can never face it
Every bar melting faces
Leave you charred when I make flips
Niggas always watching I know that they gotta hate it
Never been with fake shit
Pussy pretty I ate it
Please don't put me with they shit
None of them niggas make spits
That'll have you catching bars days after, hit like a plate shift



Credits
Writer(s): Jalil Drake
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