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cusax & embis - surrounded lyrics

[verse 1: cusax]
take my gold chain off to get a platinum cross
i make the whole game scoff when i attack the thoughts
of any rappin’ god, then i crack my knuckles
write a vapid song, respect the tracks i hustle
try to write a double, make it a triple
i’m in and out of any situation, leave with a pistol
i keep it civil, any single nation droppin’ a single to signal slayin’
while i scribble little bits of my riddles, so get to prayin’
i’m the individual stickin’ ya’ll into critical condition
pen or pencil, i’m rippin’, call this my pinnacle, so listen
minor incisions into your ear like spittin’ images, you envision precision air strikes
hitting onto your posse, your fam and label
call me c+cky, mad or fatal, i’m stickin’ cats in thе cradle
y’all seein’ black like i’m vader, chokin’ thе life right outta you
feel the force of my pen and paper, you’re broken, how’s it feel?

[chorus: cusax & embis]
i got my eyes on the game
you motherf+ckers got your eyes on me (don’t look my way)
everything now ’bout to change
when i come back, you are gonna believe
i got my eyes on the game
you motherf+ckers got your eyes on me (don’t say my name)
everything now ’bout to change
when i come back, you are gonna believe (look, look)
[verse 2: embis]
oh, how the tables turned on this turntable
there was certain fables, spread around
they said you need a cane because you weren’t able
to navigate and walk around the game, you couldn’t work stable
birthed labels, made a f+ckin’ gang, but we’ll emerge angels
we’ll burn bridges, make a path from the ash up underneath
a firmer grip, shake a hand, but what you have up in your sleeve?
claim the land and put a flag up with a statue of us three
self+aggrandize long as grand eyes look at me, but see
you barely satisfactory, i loathe you, the saddest factory
of all the trash and whack sixteens, how’d you end up matched to me?
see, i’m a glass of water and all you is a match to me
the reason f+ckers dip out before i dunk ’em down, actually
it’s truly blasphemous, but it’s gettin’ dodged
and i know that ’cause i know the homies blast for me when i’m gone
get took out by a maggot in a mask, and you finna draw
’cause, b+tch, you tried to clap me and you still couldn’t get applause
now go get lost, b+tch

- cusax embis lyrics

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