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Soul - Hodgy (Ft. Ben Great)
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Soul Hodgy (Ft. Ben Great)

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Soul - Hodgy (Ft. Ben Great)
[Produced by The Beat Brigade]

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
Spit game, spit game
Taught him how to spit game
I teach him how to spit game
They digesting, this shit flame
I taught him how to spit game
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm spitting game to my son, his name is Trenton
I told him it's not about a title, name, or an emblem
Doing cut outs for my album while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the wisdom
And I ain't gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be bittersweet in the streets
Gotta get to the honey hive
On your mark set, [?] up next when I die
Stick to your gun, gripping your nine
This only one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was worth the time
Haters sending subliminals knowing I'm sublime
I spit it punchline after punchline
It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you clap back, I busta rhymes
Read the fine print, and sign, I'm doing fucking fine
Tryna to stop me, I'ma press play, and then rewind
To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a kind
And I'm not one to look into the past much
Look into the past and there's nothing to find
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