[Intro: NOE]
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had to, I had to vent over this track man
It's outta necessity, ya know
It's outta necessity
How vain it is to sit down and write
When a lotta y'all muthafuckas ain't stood up to live
Listen
[Verse 1: NOE]
When the wind blows, it carries my struggle
And all the pain that I bear
There's a consequence of learning to smuggle
For learning how to bag it up and piss out clean pee
To bag a quarter key of dope and piss out green tea
I learned it in a cell when I spent a couple years, piss clear
You couldn't even tell when I went
Man I welcome all the hell that I see
Zeus fucks with me, it's like I declare celibacy
I prefer my offense cuz it's more fun to run it and score
But I'm reminded what the guns is for
And I'm reminded what the purpose of hard-slumming was for
To publish and leave y'all lames runnin' for sure
But I prefer to crash when niggas hurt for cash
When they cut small slabs for the hard white to last
Tell everybody that
An argument with me usually ends with cops screaming "Everybody back"
So don't cross my line
For months I ain't toss up the 9
Not sayin' that it don't cross my mind
Last time i checked I ain't have a good beat on what's right from wrong
Or what's life from song
You see the way I'm slaying New York
And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York
So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most
So when I sneeze it's to I pick up the toast
It's y'all blessing, I deep-earth 'em
I make 'em a deep person
He paid wit' his life, I hope the lord rebirth him
A long way from jinglin' change
And I'm eons away from a transcript and singlin' names
In the strip club singlin' dames
Here's a 100, hang around, cuz I too hate to mingle with lames
See, life is just a spender in time
So when I get behind the mic I see the world
Pretend that it's mine
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had to, I had to vent over this track man
It's outta necessity, ya know
It's outta necessity
How vain it is to sit down and write
When a lotta y'all muthafuckas ain't stood up to live
Listen
[Verse 1: NOE]
When the wind blows, it carries my struggle
And all the pain that I bear
There's a consequence of learning to smuggle
For learning how to bag it up and piss out clean pee
To bag a quarter key of dope and piss out green tea
I learned it in a cell when I spent a couple years, piss clear
You couldn't even tell when I went
Man I welcome all the hell that I see
Zeus fucks with me, it's like I declare celibacy
I prefer my offense cuz it's more fun to run it and score
But I'm reminded what the guns is for
And I'm reminded what the purpose of hard-slumming was for
To publish and leave y'all lames runnin' for sure
But I prefer to crash when niggas hurt for cash
When they cut small slabs for the hard white to last
Tell everybody that
An argument with me usually ends with cops screaming "Everybody back"
So don't cross my line
For months I ain't toss up the 9
Not sayin' that it don't cross my mind
Last time i checked I ain't have a good beat on what's right from wrong
Or what's life from song
You see the way I'm slaying New York
And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York
So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most
So when I sneeze it's to I pick up the toast
It's y'all blessing, I deep-earth 'em
I make 'em a deep person
He paid wit' his life, I hope the lord rebirth him
A long way from jinglin' change
And I'm eons away from a transcript and singlin' names
In the strip club singlin' dames
Here's a 100, hang around, cuz I too hate to mingle with lames
See, life is just a spender in time
So when I get behind the mic I see the world
Pretend that it's mine
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