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linc – fear + influence freestyle lyrics

yeah
yah yah yah yah
dope city natives
they call me

huddy’s fresh off a bid he seems better
got your neck chilly
my celly had a kerosene fetish
burn you f+ckin clones down
stealing plots from dooku
you ain’t cancel nothing
b+tch i’m dr. sues proof
try and up the driver
so i chopped and screwed
and left the body holed and colored
like a box of fruit loops
then scoot scoot
and throw up the deuce deuce
talk behind yuh
but up front they truce truce
i uh uh
and put an end to it
i am always what you fear
when you fеaring the influence
i was raisеd on swisha house
lil flip’n the rims music
blowing swishers dipped in syrup
with b+tches that’s into it
uh
residue on finger tips
snow flakes on ceiling trim
straws made from dollar bills
jaws shake from all the thrills

pretty boy athlete
acing up the paper
but a scholar of the back streets
i’m a limo you’re a taxi
making deals cheffing pills
and they still couldn’t match me

walk through the halls
couple grams in my pocket
i never cared about the grades
i only cared about the profit
weaker minded individuals
who beg for a coffin
so i just sold they ass a nail
and gave the hammer to the father

real talk
you know it when you heard it
but you trippin tryna figure out a verdict
no oj real talk
haha real talk
no oj real talk real talk
i got broads on the beach on the low
if you tryna get abroad on the beach
let me know
ladies jumping out they draws
just to see where it go
but i’m tryna stay calm
cuz they scheme for the dough
oh no
see i worked my whole life
what for minimum wage
i got fed up but never ratted
now i’m finna get paid
before you hate on all my singing sh+t
you better refrain
cuz even mama said
look them haters dead in they face
and tell them
you ain’t never hurting me
i’m more than what you hurl at me
words cut deep
but i survive all my surgeries
i thrive off uncertainty
is that his voice
certainly
who you know chop they own voice
you ain’t heard of me
still tippin’ on four o’s
wrapped in four voes
tippin’ four tippin’ four
wrapped in four wrapped and i just
pull up in that all mat blacked out rove
sitting on some sh+t haters cannot afford
oh
for real i think they got it bruh
lincmob b+tch linc up cuz there’s a lot of us
holding down the fort
i’m just a mobster for the sport
even had mom’s sealing packs and filling carts
when she came to visit us
i’m serious
you cats are delirious
don’t mess around the kennel
we know what happened to curious
9 out your life real fast
no more furious i hope to get better
cuz there ain’t no curing me dog
i been this sick
before rap went nursery dog
i did 2 4 this
when 8 was on his jersey see

one minute till i explode
the game’s about to implode
one minute till i roll independent
well baby let’s go
pushing pass the threshold
what’s the strength of your medal
every moment is a lesson
depending on your perception
keep squinting or change the lenses
reject it or find acceptance
each sentence is either penance
or longing for greater presence
i’m honing on every moment
recoding it till it’s golden
recording it with a storm
that’ll make posers get demoted
i told you i’m coming for it
your belief is not a requisite
i live this sh+t and spit this sh+t
you eat sh+t for breakfast
acid fuel burns in my intake
you gassed up would be a mistake
get wrapped packaged and plastered
then blasted on my next mixtape
i got shelves of this sh+t
locked away not cuz its classified
i never released it
cuz i suffer from never satisfied
but now my visions clear
i reviewed how i fall
no more dues fees and cues
i come renewed with my resolve
with nothing more than a promise
more than a vow
if it’s a game then let’s compete
but first the king deserves a bow
next shut them down

you ain’t never heard of me
i’m more than what you hurl at me
words cut deep
but i survived all my surgeries
i thrive off uncertainty
certainly
if it’s a game they call me linc
go take your bow shut them down
still tippin’ on four o’s
wrapped in four voes
tippin’ four tippin’ four
wrapped in four wrapped and i just
pull up in that all mat blacked out rove
sitting on some sh+t haters cannot afford
oh

lincmob b+tch

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