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derek minor & tony tillman - before ye was republican lyrics

[verse 1: derek minor]
you ain’t heard this since before ye was votin’ republican
i’m back behind the boards, tell the reel i said it’s up again
d a borin’ rapper, i come around, better tuck it in
my verses take you high before snoop could light up a blunt again
who you know consistent as me?
that boy nasty with the pen, but he cold with the beats
on everything, i’m everything that they pretending to be
see, i see gaps in they story, why they lie through they t++th?
i know that people put the forty+five right to your back whеre jersey numbеrs be
twenty+three shots, mama cryin’, just like the jordan meme
i’m tryna be the g.o.a.t. but still walk around like i’m god’s sheep
to turn the whole world here inside me, i’d never let ’em sleep

[interlude: tony tillman]
big rmg o+g, no cap ‘less it’s all caps on the check, you dig?
what up, my boy?
’bout to show y’all what to do on a derek minor feature verse
it’s a master class, take notes
yeah

[verse 2: tony tillman]
let my vocals bless on this record, know you devils can’t stand it
take a beat and then k!ll it, hope that don’t break the commandment
renovated the kitchen, sorry, i left you famished
you’ve been askin’ me to feed you, okay, your wish has been granted, poof
it’s levitation, i’m hangin’ without the noose
been chillin’, buildin’ my knowledge while dodgin’ these dealin’ roots
you probably should climb a tower and jump for bein’ a goof
and your vibe is on dr. seuss, my vibe a bishop from puce
okay, you know i’m playin’
we used to under, now we overstand
grew up, learned to hustle by gettin’ money for soda cans
keep a rate for snakes, my face has toured the holy land
ooh, they mumble+minded, but that’s not sayin’ they kobe fans
see, i’ve been keepin’ my mind clear
show me brothers dyin’, that’s been keepin’ my eyes teared
no swearin’ on my tape, but i got abraham’s god here
get lost with all that fake love, you makin’ the vibes weird
get away, where he goin’, i don’t know
my brain on gang is kung, your brain just gung ho
she’ll fly you a couple birds for thinkin’ i’m done for
i’m jacob’s son, you can’t son me, i’m jon snow
and i’m back from the dead with ice in my veins
stop makin’ music, people dip, that’s the price of the game
stop postin’ truth and they gon’ trip and that’s the price for your name
still got my name on candace lips, yeah, she likin’ me man
see, i don’t trust a lot of people ’cause people don’t understand it
don’t do a lot of gang and i only rock with the family
my circle gettin’ smaller, no pressure, my life is dandy
i get way too many blessings to stress out over a grammy
or a dove, for y’all i got too much love
it’s pourin’ brotha tone vibes, bussin’ and that’s a fact
splash brothers, shaq and kobe, ’bout to go back+to+back
been on that before ye was rockin’ that maga hat
big rmg

- derek minor tony tillman lyrics

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