Mr. Mix
G A M B I to the T
(Nobody rap like me)
(The names)
The names Mr mixing this and that a lot
(Uhh)
I done flipped a disc since cooked and cracked the pot
Tats ain't switch the wrist cause we don't act or mock
I go see my chips but I don't go back to block
(I ain't going)
All this stealing my beats really has to stop
Im the master of the movement bout to tax ya gwuop
Talk get up in ya teeth like bad plaque that rot
(Gimme that)
Since everybody masked up hazmat the mop
Stop
(Watch out)
Nobody really rap like g
(Uh huh)
Cause I'm my own person nobody map like me
(Nah)
I'm really working 2 nobody trap like me
(They can't do it)
Changed up their voice now they all wanna act like me
(Stupid)
Alas my movement critiqued
Certified in these streets
How I ruin these beats
Seen ER so many times I'm the student who reap
Death at my doorstep I flip the line de siphon the heat
My speech breath make an angel sneeze
I snap without you saying cheese
Pour sauce all over the pig bitches make believe
Some can straight relieve
Only for a Queen ima take a knee
(You bet I will)
Yeah death was at my doorstep now it's on my line
Just homie voicemail prolly saying that he fine
(Damn)
Redirect the path you walk before you follow mine
(Uhh)
I reply back yo this my life borrow mine
(Take it)
Pain in my soul and there's sorrow in my spine
Smile for today cause tomorrow I be crying
Tomorrow never coming so ion know in even trying
It's already earned but my soul ain't for buying
Gambit
(Nobody rap like me)
(The names)
The names Mr mixing this and that a lot
(Uhh)
I done flipped a disc since cooked and cracked the pot
Tats ain't switch the wrist cause we don't act or mock
I go see my chips but I don't go back to block
(I ain't going)
All this stealing my beats really has to stop
Im the master of the movement bout to tax ya gwuop
Talk get up in ya teeth like bad plaque that rot
(Gimme that)
Since everybody masked up hazmat the mop
Stop
(Watch out)
Nobody really rap like g
(Uh huh)
Cause I'm my own person nobody map like me
(Nah)
I'm really working 2 nobody trap like me
(They can't do it)
Changed up their voice now they all wanna act like me
(Stupid)
Alas my movement critiqued
Certified in these streets
How I ruin these beats
Seen ER so many times I'm the student who reap
Death at my doorstep I flip the line de siphon the heat
My speech breath make an angel sneeze
I snap without you saying cheese
Pour sauce all over the pig bitches make believe
Some can straight relieve
Only for a Queen ima take a knee
(You bet I will)
Yeah death was at my doorstep now it's on my line
Just homie voicemail prolly saying that he fine
(Damn)
Redirect the path you walk before you follow mine
(Uhh)
I reply back yo this my life borrow mine
(Take it)
Pain in my soul and there's sorrow in my spine
Smile for today cause tomorrow I be crying
Tomorrow never coming so ion know in even trying
It's already earned but my soul ain't for buying
Gambit
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Writer(s): Gambit Mog
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