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[Intro]
Smoke nigga, smoke man
Share with your brothers man
Stop playing man
Watch your hand nigga
That nigga looking to get his son
For real
Uh huh
Speak to me my nigga
Word up
Drop it, let’s fly

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers wanna kill me but ain’t got the skill
The infantry is murder one, chill
All green Gottis leather pants on
Some hoods, some Wally’s
Light medical, all day just pussy and robberies
Take bread, project codeword
Stuck in my head, eat cold eggs
And fuck with the herbs
Take a shot of Jack Daniels, get to dancing
Posing in flicks, get rich
(?) money, I can’t spend it
I eat up, an emcee who roll the weed up
I’m number one in everything
Rhyming ain’t nothing but (?) the weed up
Pen be basing like a Freemason on the train to white plains
Two duffle bags and a white (?)
Magnificent march call us the moguls
Y’all niggas is local, low time
I’m in the minds of the global saying get him God
God, god, god’s on
I be two steps ahead with the axe on me
Ready to part you

[Verse 2]
Ay yo
Under the radar
Posing like black Cubans, fat bow tie on
We in the back
Popping two new ones
The emperor, all his jewelry on
Silks and knives, I’ve got a few next to you
Surprising to the real niggas (?)
Stay out the cold when the beast shine
And East Coast hot
I know what time it is, a revolutionist
Mind made exclusive hits
(?) the best paint
Sat in the royalty line, fine the paper chase
Some sell just to get their weight up
Just be careful word to mother straight up
Heavy thoughts from this game saved up
Respect a G when I’m in your presence playa
So here’s some flavor
So you can nurture on and stay on your feet
And touch the culture
Let ’em know things ain’t what it seem
And let it sink in
The plug deepen
I’m overstanding the devil’s plan to keep the people blinded but seeing

[Intro]
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

[Verse 1]
Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already: Mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking, how? Everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over—blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh
There goes Rabbit, he choked, he’s so mad, but he won’t
Give up that easy, no, he won’t have it, he knows
His whole back’s to these ropes, it don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again, yo! This whole rhapsody
Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Verse 2]
His soul’s escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom’s
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, it’s all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
He’s known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, ’cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Verse 3]
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin’ roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin’ in the beginning, the mood all changed
I’ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin’ and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin’ the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can’t get by with my nine-to-
Five, and I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
‘Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don’t buy diapers
And there’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it’s gettin’ even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein’ a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin’ on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony’s
Gotten me to the point I’m like a snail, I’ve got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin’ option—failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got
To go; I cannot grow old in Salem’s Lot
So here I go, it’s my shot, feet: fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

[Verse 1]
I bury a nigga before I bury the hatchet
Excuse my ratchet
I remember 20 degrees without no jacket
Heatin’ up with matches
Motherfuckers ain’t scarred like me, got hard like me
Came from starvin’ beats so pardon me
For a verse I charge a G, I’m sorry, B
That free shit dead like no charger, G
Gotta get mine so I flip rinds
Came from laying on the floor like a flipped dime
When I see these niggas brag about what they used to
Them the motherfuckers that I’m really not used to
Understand that what you put in is what you get out
Respect only comes from what you allow
The Devil always try to get in you, within the mouth
The strong keep ’em out even with a low bank account

[Hook]
I’m real wise when I speak
I’m using my wisdom teeth
I’m real wise when I speak
I’m using my wisdom teeth

[Verse 2]
I eat ramen noodles just to humble myself
I don’t change off wealth
Niggas on the Gram finding these expensive-ass belts
That’s a life they couldn’t help
Food in the fridge, clothes on IKEA something
Or take the belt back after you post a pic stuntin’
Damn, all these niggas think about is theyself
The belt could get you hoes but can the hoes get you a belt?
Look, young nigga don’t force it
Spent all your green on your outfit lookin’ like the armed forces
Look inside your pocket, your left with a small portion
Real talk, my voice would be hoarse if it was horse shit
Ninety percent bitches won’t mistake me for who?
Got these bitches on edge like got2b glue
One minute could be up, the next minute she screwed
I was stuck at some point but got the gum off my shoes

[Hook]
I’m real wise when I speak
I’m using my wisdom teeth
I’m real wise when I speak
I’m using my wisdom teeth

[Intro]
What’s a thought, my nigga?
We don’t think, nigga
Great (woo!)

[Verse]
Yeah, cause I got a lot of questions
I’d rather ask first
I don’t wanna second guess shit
Tell me why these niggas pride is bigger than they work effort
Bad at they struggle, but don’t hustle to earn cheddar
I work, get up early to earn the first letter
A+ effort, I know I deserve better
My nerves messed up, I burn better, the herbs get us
High enough to pluck bird feathers, ice berg lettuce
Gets us so cold we’ll murk niggas
Hold the 44 to your dome, try to search niggas
They gat blow, turn your afro to a perm nigga
I’m sure nigga, but that same nigga that’ll purge with you will turn your name to the god damn services
He gone teach your ass a lesson, but ain’t gon’ learn witcha
And that’s the reason why that you gon’ have a season mind
Pain builds maturity, don’t you be worried G
I keep a even mind but gotta know the reason why
These niggas ain’t really sure of me, I ain’t certainty
They doubt me currently even with Cole referring me
Well, shit, niggas be hating, it just occurred to me
Niggas be pussy, they looking curby pink
That’s why niggas be shooting, but not like Curry be
It’s an emergency, rap need a savior
And I think that I can save it
But look, ain’t no one heard of me
Yea, ain’t no one heard of me
But I’m gon’ be what I deserve to be
Certainly, sure to be, a current king
Case closed like someone murdered me
Then buried me, and couldn’t be found
But it’s evident that I’ll always be around for more than a while
Wow this chow run this track for more than a mile
Open your mouth, drops to the floor
Cause she in shock, I got her begging for more
She just wants a cock, I’m not really sure
That’s why I always call before I ever knock on the door

[Outro]
I got questions
Got a lot of fucking questions
I ask questions

Day of the reckless, out disrespecting they old head
Clowns’ll fuck up the party, killers to paint the snow red
They zoom in scopes ’cause I done set the bar so high my nose bled
Your favorite rapper I’ll pack as my microphone bed
Lid razor for dreamy eyes
I need my safe my TV size
Tune in, my shit designed for 3D minds
Bitterness stains, never ignore the greasy signs
Almost always a cryptic message in between the lines
It’s obvious, I spot the vibe with eagle eyes
The way niggas is tellin’, you would think it’s street legalized
I always left it all on the record, you hear the needle cry
Lovely reaper, Bugsy Siegel, unfuck through kilo
Don’t be a dick rider, clique hoppin’, shoe shiner
Ass kissin’, mask switcher, momma should’ve tube-tied ya
I’m dropping jewels by ya, skill’ll keep the room liver
Any day you lose your seat, take your shit with a screw-driver
That artist got a co-writer behind that verse you like
Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise
Flew me pounds of granddaddy, I flew up purple twice
Duckin’ from the copycats, monkey mornings, and circus nights
Show respect, ain’t another flow on earth this nice
Mind your fuckin’ manners, misunderstandings ain’t worth your life
I pride myself being driven, feel like I want it more
Chip on my shoulder 3 times, I turned an 8 to 24
Ride through the neighborhood you’ll hear a stomach roar
Where niggas bite the bullet for 6 and then death comes in 4’s
Runnin’ a tally up, you should check out the summer scores
Your stuck on a low stat level, I’m up 100 floors
Multiple kills by the sicko, they’ll lock my pen away
The nigga with the punches and fly kicks ‘n MMA
Money making attitude, my style reflects the avenue
From housing ‘jects to pads and pools
I’m miles away from average moves
Fools out here trickin’ like the professor
My valuables talk to me when I lift them up out the dresser like
“Shit on these niggas, give you my word I’ll protect ya
Failures gon’ shine like the teacher, don’t even deserve the lecture”
Take the illest niggas you’ve heard and throw ’em together
Won’t compare to the thrones here like convertible weather
All them years of work I made, back to choose a victim
Lines like thorns crushing your fade, platinum crucifixion
My dawg one foot in one out, he done got so used to prison
Never home, just visitin’, my platoon is different
Home to many styles, should charge a group commission
Knock out in the boiler room, cook up in the super kitchen