[Verse 1: Planetary]
Disturbing the peace, swerving in Suburbans from beef
Cops lurking, still searching me for murdering beats
I heard that you sweet, niggas look like girls when you speak
Crying all the time cause I’m around the world with my heat
The urban thief, burning every herb have you heard on the street
You heard that we deep? nigga we like birds in the tree
Dirty my trees for scuffling in church with the priest
Pharaoh clique clack the rebirth of MCs
First to squeeze, stomp you on your turf if I please
Mercy me, understand the words that I teach
The verse is complete and really what you’re worth to me
Dinosaur Ds and fitteds with the purplest peak
[Verse 2: Doap Nixion]
You in the big leagues dawg so you better get more rest
Labels more sheisty and they hit you with more stress
This rap shit got fam thinking we more blessed
Freedom from our contracts, album with more checks
I came in this game self-centered with big nuts
I watched a lot of big-mouth rappers get jigged up
Now we at the round table holding our drinks up
Or backstage on tour blowing that stink up
As little kids we was all singing `can it be`
Now with my family drinking under canopies
Reef, A-O, a glimpse on thug fantasy
A fireplace, white gold mantel under our Grammy beats
Disturbing the peace, swerving in Suburbans from beef
Cops lurking, still searching me for murdering beats
I heard that you sweet, niggas look like girls when you speak
Crying all the time cause I’m around the world with my heat
The urban thief, burning every herb have you heard on the street
You heard that we deep? nigga we like birds in the tree
Dirty my trees for scuffling in church with the priest
Pharaoh clique clack the rebirth of MCs
First to squeeze, stomp you on your turf if I please
Mercy me, understand the words that I teach
The verse is complete and really what you’re worth to me
Dinosaur Ds and fitteds with the purplest peak
[Verse 2: Doap Nixion]
You in the big leagues dawg so you better get more rest
Labels more sheisty and they hit you with more stress
This rap shit got fam thinking we more blessed
Freedom from our contracts, album with more checks
I came in this game self-centered with big nuts
I watched a lot of big-mouth rappers get jigged up
Now we at the round table holding our drinks up
Or backstage on tour blowing that stink up
As little kids we was all singing `can it be`
Now with my family drinking under canopies
Reef, A-O, a glimpse on thug fantasy
A fireplace, white gold mantel under our Grammy beats
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