Tape Closed (feat. Truph)
Moovy mode, I got the vibes to feed the soul
Thank God for blessings, I know the reaper
close
Let em know this ain't a outro to take close
I be looking for reasons to give em all the smoke
Let em know, necks low, no safe zone it ain't nun to call ya, should probably
hit your phone
Take my kindness for crazy, that made the
grudges strong
Take my kindness for crazy, that made the
grudge
Type shit, I'm blessed, 7 no Mike Vick
Hyphen with the cash, you know my pen drip
That mean I dash with that cash, don't let that sink in
I swear I'm uping the score, I see no defense
My flow, be hot like the fuzz, J reed deceiving
This shit be more than just rap, I'm really deep in
Creep show, I take brains and eat hearts Always back to the pot, call it my default
Baby fuck like a witch, but I won't throw salt
Moovy mode, crock pot, let it cook slow
Smack vid, P know this a movie show
Fat kid, smile high, but his pants low Who would figure we losing souls later downthe road
Who would figure the music could be the bigger goal
Silent mode, quiet phones, hear the moovy on
Let em know, no safe zone, this my Mahdi zone
Let em know, it's fbm till I'm dead and gone
Let em know, curtains closed, this shit slow
Let em know, big applause, end of show
But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed
But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed
The tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Tape closed
Tape closed
Hello, please leave a message after the tone
First off, R.I.P. Mama Vert, Mahadi, and Big Mike
Aye moovy, I seen your ass in primetime, motherfucker
I got the tape
You was a menace to society and didn't have the time
to train for this shit
We go back like the gap band, bruh
And you made a movie for real, pimp
You pulled this one from the heart
Middle fingers to the motherfuckers who ain't feelin' this one
Baby boy
Anybody who tried to exclude you from this music shit
Know this, bitchfire
Your dedication is inspiration, gotti
Let's go
Thank God for blessings, I know the reaper
close
Let em know this ain't a outro to take close
I be looking for reasons to give em all the smoke
Let em know, necks low, no safe zone it ain't nun to call ya, should probably
hit your phone
Take my kindness for crazy, that made the
grudges strong
Take my kindness for crazy, that made the
grudge
Type shit, I'm blessed, 7 no Mike Vick
Hyphen with the cash, you know my pen drip
That mean I dash with that cash, don't let that sink in
I swear I'm uping the score, I see no defense
My flow, be hot like the fuzz, J reed deceiving
This shit be more than just rap, I'm really deep in
Creep show, I take brains and eat hearts Always back to the pot, call it my default
Baby fuck like a witch, but I won't throw salt
Moovy mode, crock pot, let it cook slow
Smack vid, P know this a movie show
Fat kid, smile high, but his pants low Who would figure we losing souls later downthe road
Who would figure the music could be the bigger goal
Silent mode, quiet phones, hear the moovy on
Let em know, no safe zone, this my Mahdi zone
Let em know, it's fbm till I'm dead and gone
Let em know, curtains closed, this shit slow
Let em know, big applause, end of show
But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed
But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed
The tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Money over all these bitches, that's case closed
Tape closed
Tape closed
Hello, please leave a message after the tone
First off, R.I.P. Mama Vert, Mahadi, and Big Mike
Aye moovy, I seen your ass in primetime, motherfucker
I got the tape
You was a menace to society and didn't have the time
to train for this shit
We go back like the gap band, bruh
And you made a movie for real, pimp
You pulled this one from the heart
Middle fingers to the motherfuckers who ain't feelin' this one
Baby boy
Anybody who tried to exclude you from this music shit
Know this, bitchfire
Your dedication is inspiration, gotti
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Berry
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