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Oh my Oh my We gotta hop in the game and show em We can do what they do but a little bit better You know what I mean What up Hop I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin He was like how long till you think its dropping Whats dropping? you talking bout my album bih? And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony Dove in it, rose winnin, no sippin with the toes drippin I was flow switching with the gold shivering Cause he whole fishering whats the go-getter With the pages to write, aim till it dry Made up a rhyme laid it on the mic I continue the game until it was high Even further than the fame and the lights Stop boy ima show you what I got boy All my niggas rocking we gon get it popping On the day this album drop boy Everybody gonna play you right I remember when I hate the light Take advice everything you gotta sacrifice And put the work in every day and night Timing on the clock Letras de cancionesTiming on the clock See the grind and never stop See the grind and never stop Woah hey watch me thinking up the plot Hey finger licking with the pot Hey trigger finger with the shot Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke Give it up the pain in the middle of the show cause he never been afraid of whatever they expose Gotta make a name stick in my own lane While they get the propane gotta better let it explode Then I can get in my zone letting my enemies know I'm in control oh no he didn't flip Holy moly with the script That's so meek get the sweep fuck a rolly on a wrist I work solely on this shit Overdosing with the strip Grip the P rest in peace No emotion with the hits boy No emotion with the hits boy Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it I'm backing this you can't forget Then im handing motherfuckers their asses again And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles We savages, and we ain't to play with Yall done dug a new grave to lay in I played your mixtape it ain't amazing I saved the game my new tape just came in I just hate to say that my swag is on god Why you motherfuckers always acting so soft Where your bitch at I snatch her clothes off then smash the hoe raw then doze off She just the rebound I lost my mind and its nowhere to be found Fucking with me then you will catch a beat down You better keep 911 on the speed dial I been on dumb shit Mentally dysfunction from being locked in the dungeon Dont make assumptions when a nigga on stage I make em get down like lunges Yes its true solo i dont rep a crew Niggas like who the heck are you I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof Hold up nigga you tryna step to who We don't wanna give it to a nigga who dont got a brain All i do is cause misery I don't know what happened to your career It disappeared its an unsolved misery I can do this all day bro im a volcano you should all lay low Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll Man i pull up to the scene and take all they hoes Running up a check like an incline Double cup mix it with the enzymes No handouts tryna hand mine From Letras Mania