If You Aint
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Lyrics
The movement is clear N that's super sincere I been super abusin' these beats and loopers for years Bout time a dawg get a bone N step into the zone I crept alone and created a cataclysmic flow The picture I approach is vivid Inhibitin' visuals I spat sadistic so the ritual Continues growth I'm seein' shit again visions of my life ova' This shit is hyped like a nutty blacklight posta' I smash white yola pearly on the mirror piece Then gab like a white Yoda nonstop till your ears bleed They fear me and movement so they shut me down I don't need no local shows dawg look at me now Fuck that poppy rap im rocken' hockey masks N poppen' gats at copy cats That puppy guard the goal with sloppy tracks My words are precious when messed with you grant your death wish I'm blessed with a message There ain't no stressen' i'll protect it Back to usin' hallucinogens and proven that a living room And a few humans can create a movement Imma gifted muthafucka with a psychos mind I roll shifty muthafuckas that don't like yo kind I seen the eye in the pyramid it was callen' me Fuck em all honestly Everybody bothers me Iller mind wit a killer rhyme during dinner time I got the mind of Michael Jordan in 89' Still grinden' n ridin' on top of lightnin' I'm the flight plan that got you higher than them other kites man I'm nice man Solo cup crushed ice, man Didn't mama tell u to watch out for the white man Villain that marks a lot Person who scribbled In a million pavilions And is Killin all of the parken' lots I'm far from lost but even further from found I'll make the world jump around to the sound of the underground Half oz was prime but now I'm sporten' Jordans' 45 I'm sorta like the sword and mic that fucken fortifies I'm back recordin' live the champ'll make ya more than high I'm bonafide, your mortified Now fucken close your eyes Fuck the mainstream and all the pussy rappers in it My mamma taught me not to move until my plates finished Yall bring a lame scrimmage, no skill involved at all I dominate the game N slam dunk the fucken ball If I could alter time Id grow up to be Walter White Id alter ice and multiply my dollar signs a thousand times Id hold your head for ransom in a black box N go live on facebook cookin' crack rocks Instead, my time spent craften' the divine shit Masteren' my raps N playen' back the live n hype clips Yeah, and if you ever said I couldn't do it I hope you're sitting their all salty feeling hella stupid
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:19
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 162 BPM