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War Games (feat. Blak Madeen, Amadeus The Stampede & DJ Emoh Betta)
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Yeah mic check yeah yeah It goes one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it You gotta dive in it I guess that's just in my spirit N***a I will walk fly try to get it I'm a representation of triumph I don't lose therefore I guess it's a waste of trying I'm the check man I do this **** strictly for the money every day The love went away with xclan The love kept me on the underground Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface Get the cake and keep working Demonstrate a lesson to them every album I can teach perfect I ain't a cheap person But if you wound up underground and You ain't hungry then you at least thirsty The streets where it's at my n***a Blacking out 'til the streets get cracked my n***a It goes one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it N***a I will walk fly try to get it I said one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it And y'all will not eat until we get finished Yo the kid got game the kid get props The kid spitting the flames the kid don't stop The kid been grinding now he's getting that guap I was visiting the bottom now I'm getting to the top uh Doing what we do that's what we get the props for This is for my dudes living like rock stars One two three three two one Yeah the haters over there but I keep ignoring them I'm in the pit any day just like a stockbroker Nah I ain't flossing I'm just living how I'm supposed to Y'all get straight flushed like poker Never thought it'd be skillz on your baby mama's poster I told ya ha doubters get knocked off You ain't believe me but nines 'bout to pop off That's how we do it and we stack the stacks It's your boy skillz homey million dollar backpack It goes one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it N***a I will walk fly try to get it I said one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it And y'all will not eat until we get finished Too many clowns sweet and hard nut and honey Chasing fast cars and dreams nuttin honeys You know it life ain't nothing funny I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man It's nothing money I'm surrounded by investors with winchesters uh Super X black shadow chin testers oh I don't run with jesters So if I give you a pass Know it was just a slim gesture Too many n***as swallowing Too many n***as running around With no business that be frolicking You in a bad space wallowing I'm in the GL five and a half with the bright halogen Gucci moccasins Benetton sweater JOK there's never been a don better Southern Bluefin prawns ameretta I **** life with a vendetta uh It goes one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it N***a I will walk fly try to get it I said one for the money two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it And y'all will not eat until we get finished c'mon
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