Matte - Finito Lyrics

That group was bad for you they gon come after you
You know something I have more talent than half of you
That's one thing I had to prove cause I'm the dude who got the juice
I gotta win I can't afford to lose
And who's was by my side stuck in my rings corner
Oh the horror it must've been for the few who stuck it thru

I got scars on my face I have no explainations for
I didn't trip got so much love I had to hug the floor
Young homies use drugs to make their creations
I'm not praying to the person you praisin
Faith is just dried up look something like raisins
I'm not saying I'm god but certainly not Satan
I missing those who might be leaving
I hope I'm forgiven not forsaken

Fee fy fo forum just a jolly dream giant who just needs a shoulder to cry on
I'm in deep just need some grease please turn the fry on
I speak my peace think I'm simba cause I keep on lion

Neo I'm the one just searching for Zion
Def jam I'm just tryna be an icon
I see my vision thru a Nikon
I Never liked the dark can you please turn the light on (Ay)

Lucy I'm home Ricky no Martin
Ripping off dome tell what you show
Think you a dog but really crow
From the bottom i grow my heart cold Luke the snow (Yo)

Depressing yourself homies been saying what's up
Been ignoring the love crying got no one to hug
You're the dummy that does choosing to soak in the blood
I put salt in the cut the demons just eating it up
Check my reflection like bruh
You really f*cking it up
All this liquor I chug
Wish I could change Like turning the page
I live in the grave that I dug (Ugh)

Enough is enough Tonight I am pulling the plug
Stuck in a rut burning the rubber on tires
Gone with the wind but found on the back of some fliers
This moment is Dyer I signed on the line
I'm hot like fresh out of the dryer

I got a gang like the foot I usually chill on my own I might go vibe in a nook
When I'm out writing the bars I ain't worried bout hooks
It's the bait on the line soon as I snap the whole club will be shook

Salty like saltines that pimp could get peeled back
This is that real rap got no lean but got me a mean slap
I need stacks need green to blow not what's rolled in wood backs that wicked road drive fast to go I'm koscher like vlasic yo it's a classic tho
Send shots like plaxico where I've been I had to go
Not miller time but I'm macking tho

Stepped in the fire just to show sweat aint sweet it's like the blood that I bleed
I'm free as the poorest might plead

Asking what the team is I said what the team was
Never had a prayer just a couple wishes
I'm a genie in a bottle homie I'm a genius

Back when I, smelled like chrome
Now I lyrically might, lift that chrome
Only spreading wisdom when I aim at domes
I am original you lame-ohs clones
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That's it