Minimum2Freestyle
Grab the Ritalin and sesh, been a little bit depressed
Just a moving bag flesh, overdose
Onto the next lifetime, life of mine, never that
Just live, no rewind, see my momma want me out
Bank account is gonna drought
Move away to Tennessee, only beggin' for the ease
Is it me that needs to see?
Need to open up my chest, drop my heart into a river
See my pain flows deep, so deep in the reflection of my mirror
Hold on
How low can I drop? 'Til my eyes go pop
And my veins hit a stop, swervin' lanes with a cop
Front to back, side to side, sorry people left aside
Its so E-Z-E for E.N.D, comparing stats and lyrically
I'm speaking it so fluently as if its only you and me
I only want you to see my progress
Minimum was just the first test
I'll take it to that office and sign it to a contract
Pills, alc, man I'm off that, all black
Fit when I'm outside, fit with the mob ties, shit on your mixtape
Your music isn't great after E.N.D gets played
You running on the street bouta have a big parade
Whoo
Run out that parade, pop you with the blicky
You are surely not to blame
Whoo
I killed you, what a shame
Whoo
It don't matter, you was lame
Okay, you is lame, let me play your little game
Come down to your level, me and you is not the same
Bitch, you is a pebble, pop you like Champagne
Bitch, I'm "Big papi", make you call me by my name
Just a moving bag flesh, overdose
Onto the next lifetime, life of mine, never that
Just live, no rewind, see my momma want me out
Bank account is gonna drought
Move away to Tennessee, only beggin' for the ease
Is it me that needs to see?
Need to open up my chest, drop my heart into a river
See my pain flows deep, so deep in the reflection of my mirror
Hold on
How low can I drop? 'Til my eyes go pop
And my veins hit a stop, swervin' lanes with a cop
Front to back, side to side, sorry people left aside
Its so E-Z-E for E.N.D, comparing stats and lyrically
I'm speaking it so fluently as if its only you and me
I only want you to see my progress
Minimum was just the first test
I'll take it to that office and sign it to a contract
Pills, alc, man I'm off that, all black
Fit when I'm outside, fit with the mob ties, shit on your mixtape
Your music isn't great after E.N.D gets played
You running on the street bouta have a big parade
Whoo
Run out that parade, pop you with the blicky
You are surely not to blame
Whoo
I killed you, what a shame
Whoo
It don't matter, you was lame
Okay, you is lame, let me play your little game
Come down to your level, me and you is not the same
Bitch, you is a pebble, pop you like Champagne
Bitch, I'm "Big papi", make you call me by my name
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