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Lyrics:
Don’t try to cross me, get ya ligaments torn, go figure since born, he been a gem and boss G. The zen I’m in free, no cost be, the entry, we been free, tell stress “get off me!”. Bill this as no Hassle like Hoff be, I lasso the scoff spree, I get from the dumb shit I read and see, I bleeding me, use the hate as great fuel, refuse to slight spew, I’m gon’ go straight through, I’m on a right move, not just a “might prove.”, got this and ahh-choo! I’ll bless you, guess who, I put my trust through. A Hype, Anthony, the man ya see ripe. He be the type, of his own sight. Love this zone I’m in, perfect timing, you’re checked if you wanna beat me at my game of chess, miffed and whiffed a sniff of this is how I leave my foes, how you gon’ get out of checkmate, only God Knows. My odd pro’s on sod those known as us all walk. Get laughed at like a gaffe fact, a tone that talk. Like I ain’t paint a Mona Lisa, I sown a Visa wealth in my health, priceless, shining like ice wrist. Nice-ness is Hype’s shit, shoutout to the truest ones, Basquiat, do I take from him, yes I got, love for those who chose to pave they own path, I had to stop being sad, go save my own wrath. So glad I dropped seeing bad up in every pattern. But what still ill is those who chose to levy that spurn. So if you still try to cross, I will pry ya jaws, open wit’ that BS ya hopin’ that, will die my cause. Give you taste, living a waste, go get ya own. This wasn’t set in stone, self bettin’ got me on the throne. I’m gone.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap