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Can’t believe at a point I used to admire y’all But I’m happy that we inspire y’all Foul line wit my eyes closed, ion try at all This lead hit your temple You finna need more then Tylenol I’m really in my element now Think it’s bout that time To start addressing elephants now I take a look around and see A whole lot of the style They been reaching for the kid Tryna peddle the files Whole lotta coincidences, too many to count If people knew the real you They’d question what you about They was tryna convince me to Stay inside of a box But that lane was congested I took a different route I’m on track now Platform done got a little bigger Since the last tape It’s young... you already know the last name I try my best not to pay attention to compliments Cuz I don’t need convenient support Inside the gas tank SongtexteI’m running on a decade of hunger Plotting every winter to kill em every summer Man the kid got it jumping They wanna know how I does it I just stayed true to myself and Watched em all flock by the dozens Yeah 973 is where I came up, east coast killer This what happens when you mix Microphone Fiend and Thriller I was, bread different We can only tell y’all a part if your dreads different Cooning for a check No amount of dollars finna make me Lose my self respect Pardon me if I flex, I’m just hitting my reps This practice for me Half of the rappers that y’all been gassing Is average to me Y’all really baffling me Adam and Eve, these snakes slithering Tryna tempt me with fruit Funny how they get thirsty As soon as you got the juice Did without a budget just undeniable truth Hustle, determination, and Honesty in the booth They only animated when the Cameras is rolling Headshots for these actors I’m tryna capture the moment, yeah I’m pissed off, you’re in trouble now Batten down the hatches All your defenses you better double down I’m back and better than ever Your top five wishes they was this clever Boy y’all better get it together It’s young mitchell If you’ve forgotten the name I just hopped off the bench Just watch how I run the game Eleven years in it boy I’m far From your lil buddy They wanna ride the wave Watch how this water get real bloody They quick to backpedal every time That they steal from me Disguised as some stand up guys Yeah they real funny, tuh Every that time I speak You don’t gotta question who wrote it I could knock they whole roster off In one fell swoop But I just stay in the cut And keep collecting my loot Cuz all things work together For those that think that they do, ya dig Aus Songtexte Mania