Port Antonio
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I'm going to be right to it
I'm going to be right to it
I'm going to be right to it
Yo, you may want the straight and that role
Minimum wage jobs for the narrow, but still my mind was on the zeroes
I've been for the perks that was seen flipping birds
So we were skipping church, but my eyes was on the spare rows
Niggas flipping pies, spinning thousands on a payroll shit
I want a shine too, I want dimes too
Jellies niggas want to know just how my rhymes blew
Mine, oh, we mine, oh, I'm buying, oh, I'm you times too
Now I'm bougie, I'd an out-cru to fountains blew
But never forgot the spot where I developed my plaque
The toilet at the top, the beer, while my skeleton's like
If I could do it all over then I never would swap
I'd seen good, I'd seen bad, had my melon and muck
I'd seen lifelong friends turn the devilish eyes
I was making red, leather, trying to tell them to stop
You better beat it for you, see that heavy metal kick pile
He was a mean asswing, with a hell of a shot
But if no team draft king, he gon' bet on the block
He won a ball, till he fall, until the federal snuck
And sit his ass on the bitch from over, call his rewrite
You can't relate, let's show fire, that was not around
And your mother, without revenge, someone else in the broader realm
And they salaries didn't combine, when they married
And brought you out at that poverty, they you wound to a soft little part of town
So that when you back in a hood, you feel awkward about it now
Then you'll confidence, start the trail, but the rap and game
You some positive thoughts, and you're jot them down
You jot them down
Yeah, uh, Benjamin Button, who cold flows
Reverse time to find deliveries, good as mine
You got a search prize, I'm skinning heights, hiding birds
Can perch, trying to be something, hoping that peace comes to my curse mine
One thing's for sure that I've matured from my first rhyme
I learned long ago, you can't please them all in their hurts trying
In this game, all you've got is your name like dirt, I'm smoking at niggas
Trying to be smurched mine, of certain times
With a fake it, told it is wise, I can see hating both for your eyes
But the thorns blind, so you search lines
But you struggle, which explains the puzzle, look on the dough, faces the world files
I hate when raps become, but like do not disturb size
Can I get it by sea, it's about to know
They instigate the fuckerie because it's profitable
But saying it's not the violence tools and do's and hospitals
I put the blood because I've seen what that was about to go
They want it blood, they want it clicks to make their pockets grow
They see this fire in my pen and they got dodged a smoke
I went and lost the better dog, I went and lost the bro
I went to gain the phone and all for what?
Just to attain some old cross and strangers
That no gotta clue what I've been aiming for
Since the age of 14, your man is no king if that means
I got a dig a burden, paid a whole team of algorithm, bot niggas
Just a sweet, a whole thing on social media, compete for your favorite
Bo men's to be considered best to live and rest
I understand the thirst to be in first that made them both swing
Protect the legacies, so lives got cross perhaps regrettably
My friends went the war, walked away with all they blood on me
Now somewhere this credit me child, I wait my pedagree, but please
Find a nigga out that's rapin' this incredibly on
My dog texted me, I shed a word, he said to me, if you refuse to shoot a gun
Don't mean a gun ain't deadly, I guess it's that metaphor
I hide my pedagree, the gun is me, I text the back like guess a gun ain't what I'm trying
Be my nigga, they strip me on my spot and I'm finally free my nigga
It's the unpicking size, they don't shoot like a meme, I nigga
Just start another war, and drink it all, he's be my nigga
I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga
Fuck all the narratives, tap it back into your magic pen
It's what's a pervert tip, remind me these folks why we do it
It's not for beef and it's for speaking out thoughts, pushing ourselves
Reachin' the charts, reaching your minds, keeping your hearts
Creeping up, finding emotions to touch, something inside to open you up
Help you cope with the rough times and shit, I've seen it love
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