[Verse 1: Evidence]
Uh, why you holding grudges
[?] screaming to impress the judges
Save your image in public
Behind the scene you getting reprimanded
You was the most up-and-coming, nothing's coming of it
That I don't covet
Rather play the master than the puppet
[?] life I put the bun up in the oven
And walk away from love like David Ruffin
Back again like [?] walking on the helicopter padding
And no work if we ain't taking budgets
Tough crowd but I'm cut from it
Can't stand you but there's nothing that I can't stomach
I'm a brand that you can't trust it's tough loving
Get used to me, how I used to be, but got enough coming
I change the attitude, LA from the beach to the avenues
Gradual became all of a sudden
All of them fronting the future in it
The rules infinite, the one who never knew no limits
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
A nigga touch my brother Ev, imma bust his head
Heard him talking choppy on the net, [?]
When niggas seen us in public it was nothing said
[?] in his kit looking like an undercover fed
These laws brag, god bless my little brother Ced
Still on the [?] and that 500 running red
Lining up all these pops caught a hunnid heads
Made 20 thousand off top, that's a butter spread
Then get the baking man dropped how much I love the bread
You know my youngin caught a opp, you seen him cut his dreads
Blew 80 bands on the watch, I got it from the [?]
Told her see if she can make me pop cause I don't come from here
Bragging to her homegirls, calling it another leg
Friends jumped out the shower, your bitch begging me to come to bed
Told me how she always had dreams of fucking celebs
But I was thinking shit her homegirl come instead
Uh, why you holding grudges
[?] screaming to impress the judges
Save your image in public
Behind the scene you getting reprimanded
You was the most up-and-coming, nothing's coming of it
That I don't covet
Rather play the master than the puppet
[?] life I put the bun up in the oven
And walk away from love like David Ruffin
Back again like [?] walking on the helicopter padding
And no work if we ain't taking budgets
Tough crowd but I'm cut from it
Can't stand you but there's nothing that I can't stomach
I'm a brand that you can't trust it's tough loving
Get used to me, how I used to be, but got enough coming
I change the attitude, LA from the beach to the avenues
Gradual became all of a sudden
All of them fronting the future in it
The rules infinite, the one who never knew no limits
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
A nigga touch my brother Ev, imma bust his head
Heard him talking choppy on the net, [?]
When niggas seen us in public it was nothing said
[?] in his kit looking like an undercover fed
These laws brag, god bless my little brother Ced
Still on the [?] and that 500 running red
Lining up all these pops caught a hunnid heads
Made 20 thousand off top, that's a butter spread
Then get the baking man dropped how much I love the bread
You know my youngin caught a opp, you seen him cut his dreads
Blew 80 bands on the watch, I got it from the [?]
Told her see if she can make me pop cause I don't come from here
Bragging to her homegirls, calling it another leg
Friends jumped out the shower, your bitch begging me to come to bed
Told me how she always had dreams of fucking celebs
But I was thinking shit her homegirl come instead
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