We do not barter we take cuts like barbers
(Y’all dont hear me)
We do not barter we take cuts like barbers
Swish
Rappers they feeling so miserable
Im under boats like a barnacule
Im driving up to the pinnacle
Finna go
Finna go
Finna go to the top
I ain’t gon slip ain’t gon stop
I get the bag till I drop
I live this sh#t I’m hip hop
Plot, yeah
They want the real product
Called my man up, and then we brought it
They say they want the real
But what’s really real when you ain’t real?
Might not see how far these stones get thrown
But at least them hoes love my cologne
Expats at the Expo
Worth my net grow
Uh, yeah
I brought the retro
Flair
That was back in the days
A n#gg# just started out
Writing these bars was what it was all about
Might be a star, or else I just tour the route
I dont compare my skills
This life too full of thrills
But how you gon pay your bills?
We do not barter we take cuts like barbers
(Y’all don’t hear me)
We do not barter we take cuts like barbers
My son I am your father
This sport turned me into a martyr
Got me feeling like Im Coach Carter
Might just cover my face scar up
Ski Mask all black Im rocking Carhartt
Yeah
See I might just f#ck around and have a kid
I might just f#ck around and throw a fit
I might jus f#ck up my life for this thing
Was a stubborn kid with no routine
I used to f#ck around and hit on b#tches
Those were couple years with nothing gained
Shorty would f#ck around and catch a fade
Shorty would f#ck around and make a name
Till I am forty, I keep it the same
This is a story in making, I’m sayin
Im a King, plenty rappers
Cling heavy to a dream
Twenty years clean
Being petty ain’t finna
Get you that far
Yeah I been plenty places
Yeah I’ve been many faces
f#ck the chit chat and pillow talk
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Uh
Uh
Ayo
Smuggle the jewels out the blue harbor
Me and my n#gg#s we the forefathers
Rappers been shot down
The game been hostile
I made 3 albums during lock down
Yuh
Young n#gg# ego was into East Coast
Plenty competitors I tried to beat those
Used to rap doubles
But now he speak slow
Mikey sent like a hundreds beats though
You ain’t rapper you a modern freak show
They bought your soul like their name Mephisto
You gotta hustle is what the least know
Stones at Heathrow
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