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Takes a village word son, ahahah
Yeah
That real enough to rep San Diego from NYC
Bold enough to believe in the One no eye see
I look to the sky, you look up to the IG
I walk by Him to try and
Get hooked up to the IV
When you've been through the fire
And tell me what's smoke?
I been in touch with the Holy
One and we just spoke
Told me no weapon would ever
Affect my brush strokes
The picture ain't pretty
Never been one to trust folks
They think I don't know
But I know the game and how it go
How greedy hands can turn your
Team into some co-stars this ain't a movie
But they still trying to play my bro
Well they should know if there's a problem
Then it's both ours
My brothers keeper, the slim chiefer, the
Whole feature, the sole-reaper
The never-gossip, no diva
If it ain't popping
Just know it's possibly no Jesus
They hate the name, I see it man
Know the reason
They feelin' hurt, 'cause they heard me
You ain't listen, you pervy
You pervert everything you hear
And twist it nerdy
You say you with the team
But you ashamed to wear the jersey
In real life
That pride got you out here looking dirty
And wifey from the state, north west
The state of Jersey
She curvy and got me topsy-and
Turvy, and call me poppy, he able
No cane, no crutch or label trying to drop me
Ownership 'til retirement
Mi casa lookin' lofty
I turn my back to the game
And took the blame I was faulty
Falling down, but he caught me
Salt to the earth, you salty
It still ain't seasoned, yo Jon
Why'd you call me? It's light work man
Okay, He made plans to be the greatest
He elevated like taking candy
These rappers suck like some Now or Later's
Them rubber bullets couldn't penetrate us
Who could fade us, get beef
Or get pressed mashed potatoes
I don't need a filter, no I say it all
I got hella issues, I can't play it off
He don't press no issues, He just play it all
But I shoot, I won't miss you
I don't play at all
Get hit, just like the lottery
You need some coddling
I hear 'em hollering, but who could
Body me, I think it's, you not game
I'm trying to save your neck
No you can never hang
Never play with my name
No cap, I'm hittin' full laps
I think your flow wack
Makes no sense, I think you stole that
I can't condone that
Bro man, I'm tryin' to hold back
You really don't rap
You know that, you gettin' no dap
You need some gonads west side
Prodigy, the master, like Halloween
On your best night
Can't coddle me, get cooked
Up, like collard greens, i'm a wicked man
God had to come and fix that
Now I cannot sit back i got 'em all, Big Mac
Now lemme show you where the village at, wooh