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Swear I love this shit, man
There′s nothing that feel better than this, man
You know?
This what I was born to do
You know what I'm saying?
Trust
Ayo, these rappers took my life story and got competitive
All I hear is a bunch of people I rhyme better than
The light bulb wasn′t invented by Tom Edison
The black man that really did it was not credited
That's how I feel when the industry don't let us in
Gatekeepers heard my name and spoke negative
I got the best shit in the town and you don′t mess with it?
You got a death wish or accepted a gross deficit
Flow effortless, it′s a precious gift
I'm Moses in Exodus if this was the Old Testament
Yeah, I lost a couple of friends and some close relatives
All I got left is these pics and some old messages
At fifteen, I had a V and a gold necklace
Nineteen, I was OT with those Mexicans
Twenty years old, I became a road specialist
Put broads in a car with drugs and drove next to it
Most definite, these hoes treacherous
They bodies for sale but they souls and souls separate
I had to stop wholesaling bricks
A young drug dealer dream is to grow to an old executive
Trust
Swear I love this shit, man
There′s nothing that feel better than this, man
You know?
This what I was born to do
You know what I'm saying?
Trust
Ayo, these rappers took my life story and got competitive
All I hear is a bunch of people I rhyme better than
The light bulb wasn′t invented by Tom Edison
The black man that really did it was not credited
That's how I feel when the industry don't let us in
Gatekeepers heard my name and spoke negative
I got the best shit in the town and you don′t mess with it?
You got a death wish or accepted a gross deficit
Flow effortless, it′s a precious gift
I'm Moses in Exodus if this was the Old Testament
Yeah, I lost a couple of friends and some close relatives
All I got left is these pics and some old messages
At fifteen, I had a V and a gold necklace
Nineteen, I was OT with those Mexicans
Twenty years old, I became a road specialist
Put broads in a car with drugs and drove next to it
Most definite, these hoes treacherous
They bodies for sale but they souls and souls separate
I had to stop wholesaling bricks
A young drug dealer dream is to grow to an old executive
Trust
Writer(s): Justin Christopher Harrell, Bernard B. Woodside Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

