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Aint nothing left to say though
So why say it
We Do this fun a little something like this

My nigga don't be like me be yourself one foot in the streets
I'm balancing on stilts I'm challenging all comers
I'm Placing in all bets I put it all on faith ain't nothing
I got left you comfortable sitting still I'm grinding
I got next so Give me the money money
I do what I do best you niggas clearly its over
I'm back with a new networth its steady
Coming in daily like a connect work she so amazed so she step on my J's
The crowd scream so loud when they
Giving us praise and the loud got me floatin away my man tell me
Keep it live like he going away and everyday
I Know them hopers is hoping my talent go away cause if I got a say
I ain't going today it's too much on the plate
I Aint holding your weight take a bunch of wack rappers
And throw em away believe you me

Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me this shit ain't sweet
This how I eat this my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats so why you thuggin
When you keepin it sweet this ain't
No beef this how I eat nigga this shit ain't sweet

I know I'm big bank rollin for time stops until I catch a cold in a pine box
Its all a game that we just playin
Just a Score wit no time clock fortified now these rhymes
I rhyme now im immortalize you cant Revive Hip Hop just Cause you thought it died
The way I ride shit on these shit niggas like porta pot call em DMV's Mordecai
You outta Order just a porter for the water slide
Your rhymes is borderline
I know im more than what you want me to be
And Comfort you but im comfortable me this how I eat and realize sometimes
That these ends don't meet and how you In the game wit terrain no cleets
They run a sweep you just slide in the fans seats screaming
You so prepared but its Clear that you cant be better stay over there
For my killers get antsy and turn this into summer of sam three ya Understand me

Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me this shit ain't sweet
This how I eat this my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats so why you thuggin
When you keepin it sweet this ain't
No beef this how I eat nigga this shit ain't sweet
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Aint nothing left to say though
So why say it
We Do this fun a little something like this

My nigga don't be like me be yourself one foot in the streets
I'm balancing on stilts I'm challenging all comers
I'm Placing in all bets I put it all on faith ain't nothing
I got left you comfortable sitting still I'm grinding
I got next so Give me the money money
I do what I do best you niggas clearly its over
I'm back with a new networth its steady
Coming in daily like a connect work she so amazed so she step on my J's
The crowd scream so loud when they
Giving us praise and the loud got me floatin away my man tell me
Keep it live like he going away and everyday
I Know them hopers is hoping my talent go away cause if I got a say
I ain't going today it's too much on the plate
I Aint holding your weight take a bunch of wack rappers
And throw em away believe you me

Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me this shit ain't sweet
This how I eat this my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats so why you thuggin
When you keepin it sweet this ain't
No beef this how I eat nigga this shit ain't sweet

I know I'm big bank rollin for time stops until I catch a cold in a pine box
Its all a game that we just playin
Just a Score wit no time clock fortified now these rhymes
I rhyme now im immortalize you cant Revive Hip Hop just Cause you thought it died
The way I ride shit on these shit niggas like porta pot call em DMV's Mordecai
You outta Order just a porter for the water slide
Your rhymes is borderline
I know im more than what you want me to be
And Comfort you but im comfortable me this how I eat and realize sometimes
That these ends don't meet and how you In the game wit terrain no cleets
They run a sweep you just slide in the fans seats screaming
You so prepared but its Clear that you cant be better stay over there
For my killers get antsy and turn this into summer of sam three ya Understand me

Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me this shit ain't sweet
This how I eat this my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats so why you thuggin
When you keepin it sweet this ain't
No beef this how I eat nigga this shit ain't sweet
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Writer: BRANDON CHRISTOPHER STRICKLAND, NORRIS ARRON JR JENKINS
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