(Line em up)
They wanna tell me how to behave
(Line em up)
They wanna steal our shit and take our pay
(Line em up)
They wanna nana treat us like we're slaves
(Line em up)
They wanna put us down in our graves
But still we walking
Take the chains off me
I tell the all don’t put no game on me
I tell em mhhmmm take the chains off me
(Light em up)
Ready for war, ready for battle
(Light em up)
I rock this shit, punching thе shadows
(Light em up)
I see the ops, I see the dеvil
(Light em up)
Fuck all y'all niggas, you not on my level
Tell me what these bitches want from a nigga
If I'm being honest
Seems like you tryna cop from a nigga
And tryna stop our progress
Peter cottontail picking cotton and niggas
Taking all the harvest
Hands up, hands out, handouts for a nigga
While they stealing from our pockets
Hut 1, hut 2
Running options
Stiff armed shit
Heisman
Irregardless
I’m winning
All year
Flossin
Till I'm glossin
Flawless
I'm watching
Yo shit disappear
Complex
Industry real
Them projects
Priming us from the go
False prophets
Chasing profits
Hi ho
All this mine shit
Robbing us of our gold
Never stopping
Still unlocking
Hip hopping
Promise
I'm the new apostle
This gospel
Metatronic
Tempo
On my God flow
My soul
Can't be sold
So we're locked into
A struggle
Mental
Spinning cycles
Only cycles we know
Got us line up
Brother bro
Where'd you go?
Got us lined up
Issa death March we on
Got us tied up
Got me fired up
Tryna spot you in a line up
Just know that you're times up
Can’t hide when I light up
Can’t hide when I light up
They wanna tell me how to behave
(Line em up)
They wanna steal our shit and take our pay
(Line em up)
They wanna nana treat us like we're slaves
(Line em up)
They wanna put us down in our graves
But still we walking
Take the chains off me
I tell the all don’t put no game on me
I tell em mhhmmm take the chains off me
(Light em up)
Ready for war, ready for battle
(Light em up)
I rock this shit, punching thе shadows
(Light em up)
I see the ops, I see the dеvil
(Light em up)
Fuck all y'all niggas, you not on my level
Tell me what these bitches want from a nigga
If I'm being honest
Seems like you tryna cop from a nigga
And tryna stop our progress
Peter cottontail picking cotton and niggas
Taking all the harvest
Hands up, hands out, handouts for a nigga
While they stealing from our pockets
Hut 1, hut 2
Running options
Stiff armed shit
Heisman
Irregardless
I’m winning
All year
Flossin
Till I'm glossin
Flawless
I'm watching
Yo shit disappear
Complex
Industry real
Them projects
Priming us from the go
False prophets
Chasing profits
Hi ho
All this mine shit
Robbing us of our gold
Never stopping
Still unlocking
Hip hopping
Promise
I'm the new apostle
This gospel
Metatronic
Tempo
On my God flow
My soul
Can't be sold
So we're locked into
A struggle
Mental
Spinning cycles
Only cycles we know
Got us line up
Brother bro
Where'd you go?
Got us lined up
Issa death March we on
Got us tied up
Got me fired up
Tryna spot you in a line up
Just know that you're times up
Can’t hide when I light up
Can’t hide when I light up
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