[Intro]
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[Verse 1: jev.]
Freedom or fame? My niggas dyin' the same
I got stripes like pyjama boy, you know they keep me sane
Even if they got a case, how we figure though
That's a blood diamond, niggas killing over minerals
She tell me stay with me even though she got a man
Doin' 25 in a different typa cell
'Cause they got a kid in a different typa hell
He hurtin' to the core prolly never understand
Why momma heartbroken and she mix it with the meds
And he prolly heard her scream 'cause I heard it from the back
"Jev, you overlooked", then I'm overrated
Then they fucking love me, then they fucking hate it
What the fuck am I to say?
We celebrate in bed while they celebrate conviction into non-fiction
Typa world we live in it's official
Y'all claiming y'all the greatest, underrated
Niggas better eat it up and swallow that pride
It's lord Chappo, fucking up your morals
Believe me when I tell you that the way this niggas sorrow
'Cause after that it's bottles and all typa models
And bitch I need some top, let me borrow yo' bravado, we tuff, nigga
Hopping out that Benz, nigga
Aiming red dots at your white flags like Japan, nigga
How I care for the fam, nigga
When you come for the crown, best to not miss, nigga
[Verse 2: Willyynova]
Yeah, uh, ya know
Day and night she looking for release
Can't fear the strain if I triple my range and spark your brain
To think this could break to pieces
Find new statements written in the thesis
Mark on my veins, the blood of Jesus
Everything is what I need when you peep this
Never on top I'm borderline, where the brink is
You think this come from subtle and pain and simple grievance
Or maybe that's your body getting rid of weakness
I rap, release it and pull a method from your thinking
Tell 'em steer a boat but won't tell 'em the ship is sinking
Man, I swear [?] is hell, too foolish to reach the deep end
Working 9 to 5 but she still go out on the weekends
You know that trying to have your fun where everything is in control
And I proceed to hitch some fun, I'm guaranteed to pull up on that
New Willy G and Jev and this track is more like a throwback
Have you pourin' Fitz and Gin and new 40 time is a 4 flat
That's no flex, my head in the cloud, living with no stress
Pack all your bags, the bread of Mass is everlastin'
I put a pen to pad in case you niggas breaking bad
I hold compassion, ski on my face, the mask of assassin
I call it self-relief when people thinkin' that I'm braggin'
Keep it a stack I'm gettin' release from all of this rappin'
If it's anything for making it please, I'll take this path then
This road to riches is cold, but I hold the key to the back and it's nova
[Outro]
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