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lyrics
GOOD MORNIN’
VERSE:
You better brace yaself
This is the whack rap erasure
Grab ya bandages before the razors felt
My rhymes like a conveyor belt
They keep coming
Ya minds get raided
I'll leave a brotha stoned like David
My plan is ta leave a man standing like a mannequin
Ya niggahs played ya selves like a mandolin
Skits on a jam where the man speakin mandarin
I got jams like guns that can't blam
I been the man
Who's mans is this
That's what I asked y'all
This subpar shit is garbage
Please raise the bar
I don't condone it
So I send my condolence
As the rap game opponent
Bringing whole new components.
Raise it to the next exponent.
You peep the power struggle
I like stash my galick guns inside my tommy duffle
rock the 58 on my chest
Champion style
No need for a bullet proof vest
BLK|WAV.
My rhymes flaring
The beats blaring
I keep the shorties staring
One minute I'm nice the next I launch like marron.
When I Put the pressure to ya neck
Feel the heating from the tech
Nique that I speak
On beat
As I preach with a deeper intellect
Watch ya step kid!
HOOK:
Watch what side, watch what side, watch what side, watch what side you’re on
OUTRO:
So watch ya step kid
You never stepped inside these lands before
It’s best suggested that you take a detour