Ite Na

Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Rip a hole off in rap like I'm gunnin' for the punchline
I did it by myself, with no help I wrote every line

Sacrificed it all, gave it all just to make it shine
Stack the cards up to watch it fall every damn time
Independent artist making way, but I'm goin' broke
Shoot birds at the opps, they pissed off that I'm blowing smoke

Lotta monstas in my crypt, don't believe me just check it
Got a lot more to come, you can't help but respect it
Making power moves, had to make life choices
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces

Nah, yeah, yeah
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
Born in the world under criminal mischief
Delivered by the dopeman, felonies endless

He'd write the whole script and he never did give a shit
played under the same table, they would break down the bricks and shit
Let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
I'm fuckin up the game, but I'm keeping it on point

No lady ga ga me, can't rob me with no poker face
Came from the bottom, you ain't gotta put your dope away
Never had shit, don't know what to call it
Just another son of an alcoholic

Down with the movement, and we diabolic
Diamonds in the rough, then we came out flawless
Cut my throat, then I came out crawling
Shed, no pity in the city of the lawless

oink oink pig pig do away with the pork
Only thing I need to eat is a steak, knife, and a fork
Move, bitch, get out my way, ho
I'm ducking motherfuckers, I got to lay low

I'm living paranoid, I'm smoking indoor
I play you by ear, that's how the shit goes
Y'all think I'm playing, don't you
I play you by ear, that's how the shit goes

For real, man, it's real out here
Gore rel a is here and he's next to blow



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Writer(s): Christopher Blankenship
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