First Revelation

This one right here
Is for
Is for anybody that think Ion see the board
It's chess over checkers Lord
I say

Never ran from a nigga
If you ain't here to help
Then from 'round from a nigga
I told my lil' self
That I would do this when I'm bigger
My uncles gave the game
I picked it up like it was litter

Now look at me shine
I got to get the currency
I know that I'm a spitter
My main bitch acting like
She don't know that I'm with her
It seems like not a soul
Give a damn if I'm triggered

But I'mma get this money
Stack it up to the ceiling
I give a damn about a feeling
Niggas think they dolphins
But its looking like I'm willing
I'm trying to live free
And not add to the killings
You can find me on a beach
Wearing hoop shorts chilling
I been looking for my peace
And adding on to what's fulfilling
I see the blessing flowing
My cup over here spilling
Bong fire with the words
I been over here grilling
Move in the streets like Dre
Work hard like Mike

Tough heart like Wayne
Get on yo ass like my Daddy
Gun, knife or my hands
Used to send it up with a nigga
Just for staring at me
But now I am different
But they keep on testing
If they keep on pushing
I'm gon send a message
From the alley ambush them
Then teach them a lesson
With no clue
Put you on a pillow
That's not a question
Bitch ass niggas

Put a hook here
I don't wantto
I'mma keep talking to them
'Fore the goners
Put that on my momma
Put a nig E.R
Up in trauma
U N It
Can get the drama
Bucket boy ba ba bamma
Make it hotter than a Chi town summer
I'm a Leo
Charismatic like Obama
In a suit

I'll smile a chu when a nigga shoot
So, when you hear me speak
Just know I speak the truth
Times two
Three term presidential
I will overthrow you block
And take your hoes too
Raw your nose out
Like you let the blow do
Straight to the head
But don't let it control you
This is not my ego talking
This what I'm supposed to
Say to niggas when the talking
Like some hoes do
We ain't bros

You can't put me in my place
In my face
Ringo Starr was the one replaced anyway
Was the one winning
We two minutes in
And this nigga ain't done spitting
But quickly noticed
They can't run with em
Talking 'bout we gon get the paper
But I can't pick up a crumb wit em
I was taking flights
And taking risks up in the slums wit em
Watched many celebrate
I wasn't even having fun with em
I know niggas want to ride
But I can't even use my thumbs with em
So why would I even get in that car
From here on with em
Stand back

Stand back
Hm
Get away from me
Stand back
Hm
Get away from me
Stand back
Stand back
Before I hurt you
Nigga
Before I hurt you
Bitch
Before I hurt you
Nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Dion Smith
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