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Make some noise (Oh) Check it out Can't fuck with it, it’s impossible 'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it’s not the game I came in the door, I said it before With truth in the music, who can refuse it? Your man's back in this Let's show these motherfuckers that it's true and not just a hobby I'ma put it to you simply, the soul of the music so empty I'm cold when I do this, don't tempt me Won't walk the stroll and the label won’t pimp me That’s when I was younger with my face all pimply Now I be's a runner but I’m not picking kis up Me, I just be coming with the rap, chicken caesar And I just be all up in these bars like a rhino And I do this all night long like I'm Lionel This shit is final, this shit it analog This shit is vinyl, this is not Tidal This ain't Spotify, Pandora playlist Kids with Sony walkmans used to play this Don't know how to say this, looking at the whole scene Shit went from Crooklyn to [?] You can lean and keep sipping codeine And I’ma be a cheerleader, go team And help my environment go green Letras de cancionesAnd cut your music off like old jeans It's that slick artist known to spit hardest Bringing money in like Kickstarters Who gon' get farthest, that depends Used to ride around in the Benz with shit starters This is what they call music from the soul There's a good chance that I'ma do this when I'm old Young boy talking 'bout, "You already ancient" And I got the belt, let me show you how I spank shit Good shit, bullshit, this is how I rank shit All white party, yeah, this is on some Frank shit No cocaine, sorry for my profane language Legendary style like Coltrane And still making moves, no Hammer pants And still bringing beef, no cattle ranch When the shit goes down like an avalance You gon' end up bleeding, speeding in an ambulance Let me tell you where I was like an alibi Brownsville Brooklyn, turn into a college guy But please don't sleep like a lullaby Got friends from the Group Home, Melachi (Dap) Everybody who can rap want credit Forget it, dead it, y'all don't qualify I embrace the unknown While you expected fear, there was none shown Feels like I can kill two giants with one stone That theory rectefies a duty to drop heat Breaking record highs while most don't recognize the beauty I got Mecca ties tucked inside of lawsuits like Detroit Red Without law rules, that's word to all my stegonaur brews Eating on raw fruits and veggies still rolling reggies Can't use cliffnotes to edge me out, I know the ledge is edgy To push me, and momma warned me about y'all bushy Tell [?], girls giving up tail for tushy For Chanel, pearls and Michael Kors When I let one of you ride on my motorcycle horse It's how I feel I'm a student of Masta Ace, pastor Ma$e And a Killa Bee with the Casper face Give you a blessing right in a session While I'm rolling up dro, lighters a no in a room full of yes men 'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game I said it before 'Cause it's not the game to play, new shit Can't fuck with it, it's impossible 'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game Wanna walk the walk, well make sure your shoes fit 'Cause it's not the game to play Let's show these motherfuckers that it's true and not just a hobby From Letras Mania