[Verse 1]
Uh, it was cold how they did it
But he just warming up
No more covering up, now the storm is us
Enormous is just a long arm of the just
Fun crushed and all law unjust
As I adjust the bar on your stereo turn your system up
Twist the swisher twist stereotypes
Fuck the system up, twist the sisters stereo dykes
Fuck a nigga up, all dolled up in some pumps
Fuck outta my face 'fore I get the pump
I'm trying to get a pump 'fore I listen to Lil' Pump
Lil' punks got Hip Hop feeling a little punk
But it's cool, I bang that shit too
That shit make 'em rap to get boost
On the West Coast shout (to everybody)
On the East Coast..
Redefinition had a nigga with a cheese toast
Three dope sixteens every beat
And my feet is right back in the street
Once more
[Verse 2]
Uh, and it was wrong how the song went
In good sense, I needed help
Reaching out into heaven
With my feet in hell, oh well
How deep did you go before the water flows
B L U, I make the water global
Call me local and I say I'm international
But call me local and a nigga might snap on you
Big B L, they got a bad rap on you
Bad back, back to the pen pad and paying dues
'Cause ain't a new trap song under the sun
Still, I still feel trapped amongst everyone
Every gun I ever had, I lost and never bust it
Ten years past and now the pen is ever rusting
Always been trusted, 'till one day I lost it
Easy to crucify somebody if the cross fit
All this talk to get me six feet deep
But my feet are still up on the street
Once more
[Verse 3]
And it was god that got me out of it
Even when I was out of it
I do get clouded from the spliff hanging outta my lips
Count the bliss, call it a blessing and keep pressing
Even Adam wanna be free but keep dressing meaning
Keep perfecting your role, keep lessons in scrolls
Speak blessing and flows to touch the rest of the globe
Manifest to be whole, the man professing his soul
[?], but it's the same old song, y'all
We talking about practice, and you a actress, dawg
We talking about practice, to be a master
The master never out-shines the sun
And dues get reined on by everyone
In the heaviest tons, and the lizard was gone
Most can't believe that we still living this long
I gotta write a new song to a beat this week
To put my feet right back on the street
Once more
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