[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Aight
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Who want some of Debo? Love god, but I ain't Tebow
'Cause I be out here takin' shots for fouls against me like a free throw
Ooh, that's nasty, free all my dogs like lassie
If ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat, hell, ya might as well buy a casket
Ooh, I'm a savage, when it come to static, it get problematic
If you touch my lineage or cabbage, I can't have it
Most of my patnas don't know who they dad is, it get tragic
Where I'm from ain't lavish, they grew up some bastards
Chasing cash and coochie, and it usually came from lack of guidance
That's why I ain't moved by all these goofy actin' rappers wylin'
It's astounding how much counseling we need for PTSD
I can't fathom the amount of counsel we need in the streets
It's offensive, that's why I'm not apprehensive with the tech
I was really in them trenches, then transcended out the jects
Don't believe me? Go ask Ceece, ask Lil Early, ask K-Dub
Hell, ask Fat, I'm so swat, I scream southwest when we make love
It's just in me, no pretending, my hand's the only thing that's friendly
I don't need a Beamer, Benz, or a Bentley to have a whole slew of bops compliment me
The gold in my teeth was done complimentary
The flow is unique and lowkey relentless
My goal is to speak, to folk without bending
The truth and to free the globe from pretending, ooh
Aight
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Who want some of Debo? Love god, but I ain't Tebow
'Cause I be out here takin' shots for fouls against me like a free throw
Ooh, that's nasty, free all my dogs like lassie
If ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat, hell, ya might as well buy a casket
Ooh, I'm a savage, when it come to static, it get problematic
If you touch my lineage or cabbage, I can't have it
Most of my patnas don't know who they dad is, it get tragic
Where I'm from ain't lavish, they grew up some bastards
Chasing cash and coochie, and it usually came from lack of guidance
That's why I ain't moved by all these goofy actin' rappers wylin'
It's astounding how much counseling we need for PTSD
I can't fathom the amount of counsel we need in the streets
It's offensive, that's why I'm not apprehensive with the tech
I was really in them trenches, then transcended out the jects
Don't believe me? Go ask Ceece, ask Lil Early, ask K-Dub
Hell, ask Fat, I'm so swat, I scream southwest when we make love
It's just in me, no pretending, my hand's the only thing that's friendly
I don't need a Beamer, Benz, or a Bentley to have a whole slew of bops compliment me
The gold in my teeth was done complimentary
The flow is unique and lowkey relentless
My goal is to speak, to folk without bending
The truth and to free the globe from pretending, ooh
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