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(Intro) You are now listening to Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls All across this poisoned world Ah yea We back Kirk Knight on the beat Brooklyn had the same summer Pro Era, we out here Rest in peace my nigga Steve This for you, Summer Knights My nigga OG swingin this bitch I know it's more it's still going nigga Chop this you know who I am Bitches, I see all out here and sutter Tanktops, all that shit Off the top Yall need to take them cheap ass flats off though Ha ha, aw shit Yea.. back in this muthafucka Reportin' live from a lyrical high One time (Verse 1) Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind SongtexteBut this rhyme, in a matter of time To make this whole shit allign Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout Just stand out, ever since I had to pop my fish and panned out Pressure board 'til im fanned out Now we the pop off the band So they can't keep their hands off of the man now Divide their man, give 'em that S vitamin Baby Cham style Gots a Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWoW! Damn child, you're killin 'em Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure adrenaline High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked left mercury spillin' Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children True emcees write their verse and rehearse it a million times Just for the rebirth of the feelin' prime and golden Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em Knowing the magnum blast squeeze magnesium Used to be mad premature now I'm at premium From lookin' up to niggas, to lookin' up niggas meetin' 'em Meetings with 'em, give 'em a high pitch like curveballs and helium Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon Million, yeah nigga, just tryna get a million Got the bomb nigga, Baghdad, I'm blown away from a bad pass Walk on grass, blow skunk, Ishamael so funk in the stash My SB's, enter money I never had I was more authentic, vaporize when I got heated Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll full plate No po' peddlers, just some Pro fellas Who you know better? Never lost my groove I don't know no Stella It's a cold world without Coachella A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy but Call me young Evel cause I crazy stunt I mace these punks, drop swank like it's knowledge to ya Mr. Bada$$ is the scholar's tutors Swank the lord and hallelujah Still praying to the allahs, gods and judahs Balance out my lows on the low high Niggas ain't know I sit so high Balance out my lows on the low high I'm like a low high Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Leave 'em with no direction to go Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Direct-less Indigos (Outro) Yea, nigga straight like that One time East coast shit Balance out my lows on the low high (Pro Era) Niggas ain't know I'm something more, nothing better Rest, no high Aus Songtexte Mania