Progression the method
Watch where you steppin
Get in my way, you'll need somebody's blessin
Please don't be testin
It'll be your death sentence
And I stay aggressive, this is my obsession
Got me in possession of success
And I dare somebody to contest it
I'll take any measure to see that I'm risen
Break bread with my kin and affiliates
We on a mission bitch
Come out the graves
Dead soldiers right out the ditch
This is my plot
And I'll never switch
If you feel me, man
Then jump in the pit
Start breaking shit
Reimburse em with alla damage they did
I see it
We are two different kinds of sick
Infinitive
The level I claim to get
You seem perplexed
What I'm saying man
Take a guess
I'm Broly
And nigga, you is Krillin
Down my 40 and i'ma start rippin
Through any bitch nigga
Too long I been simpin
Suppressin, let em get away with any shit that they given
Now i'ma make sure all hells risen
Please believe when I say I ain't give a f*ck bout your opinion
Bitch
See me?
Feel me?
I'm a motherf*ckin dead man living
This is only the beginning
I can only keep going up from here
Can't give myself up to a bitch
You's just distractions
I already answered these questions
Not up for sale to no bitch ass label
What the hell you gonna offer I can't put on the table?
Do this shit to keep my head stable
Or else I'd be neck deep in something fatal
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Progression the method
Watch where you steppin
Get in my way, you'll need somebody's blessin
Please don't be testin
It'll be your death sentence
And I stay aggressive, this is my obsession
Got me in possession of success
And I dare somebody to contest it
I'll take any measure to see that I'm risen
Break bread with my kin and affiliates
We on a mission bitch
Come out the graves
Dead soldiers right out the ditch
This is my plot
And I'll never switch
If you feel me, man
Then jump in the pit
Start breaking shit
Reimburse em with alla damage they did
I see it
We are two different kinds of sick
Infinitive
The level I claim to get
You seem perplexed
What I'm saying man
Take a guess
I'm Broly
And nigga, you is Krillin
Down my 40 and i'ma start rippin
Through any bitch nigga
Too long I been simpin
Suppressin, let em get away with any shit that they given
Now i'ma make sure all hells risen
Please believe when I say I ain't give a f*ck bout your opinion
Bitch
See me?
Feel me?
I'm a motherf*ckin dead man living
This is only the beginning
I can only keep going up from here
Can't give myself up to a bitch
You's just distractions
I already answered these questions
Not up for sale to no bitch ass label
What the hell you gonna offer I can't put on the table?
Do this shit to keep my head stable
Or else I'd be neck deep in something fatal
Watch where you steppin
Get in my way, you'll need somebody's blessin
Please don't be testin
It'll be your death sentence
And I stay aggressive, this is my obsession
Got me in possession of success
And I dare somebody to contest it
I'll take any measure to see that I'm risen
Break bread with my kin and affiliates
We on a mission bitch
Come out the graves
Dead soldiers right out the ditch
This is my plot
And I'll never switch
If you feel me, man
Then jump in the pit
Start breaking shit
Reimburse em with alla damage they did
I see it
We are two different kinds of sick
Infinitive
The level I claim to get
You seem perplexed
What I'm saying man
Take a guess
I'm Broly
And nigga, you is Krillin
Down my 40 and i'ma start rippin
Through any bitch nigga
Too long I been simpin
Suppressin, let em get away with any shit that they given
Now i'ma make sure all hells risen
Please believe when I say I ain't give a f*ck bout your opinion
Bitch
See me?
Feel me?
I'm a motherf*ckin dead man living
This is only the beginning
I can only keep going up from here
Can't give myself up to a bitch
You's just distractions
I already answered these questions
Not up for sale to no bitch ass label
What the hell you gonna offer I can't put on the table?
Do this shit to keep my head stable
Or else I'd be neck deep in something fatal
Writer: Justin Starr
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