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lonzoe young - l.i.s.t.e.n. lyrics

[verse 1]
official art
not artificial fictional garbage
a thirsty b-tch’s mission is strictly to get a starbucks (aw shucks)
i serve a purpose with verses per listener, cause for our rights we’re scared to stand up
word to church visitors
my habitat possesses delinquents that are eager to hurt you
won’t hesitate to make it pow-pow (popeye), even in churches
far from chicken, lord forgive them for their lesser conscience
they will always have mo’ control if you press their b-ttons
reckless section part of texas, where the feds lurk
if you play games then you would end up in a red shirt
head hurts, from all my closest homies and friends p-ssing
ever since the boy met world, i guess he been/ben savage
so b-tton up like a collar shirt
like drake, you can thank me later
cause i warned ya, those ak’s (alicia keys) sing fireworks
you better leash your key focus (alicia keys)
and buckle up your boots!
my lyrics are similar to jerry sandusky
how they touch the youth!

[chorus]
just l.i.s.t.e.n.!
loyalty is something that everyone needs
especially if you’re destined to be what you believe
just l.i.s.t.e.n.!
lonzoe is super talented everybody notice
rhymes ferocious, i’m omnipotent, with these bombs i’m toting
just l.i.s.t.e.n.!
life is subject to eluding negativity
heaven sending me down to earth as a clever entity
just l.i.s.t.e.n.!
love is stupid to everyone naive
my sleeve is filled with trix imma serial (cereal) k!ller to silly rabbits

[verse 2]
one of my homies just came home from doin’ jailing bids
but he don’t give a f-ck
because he would still celibate (sell a bit)
got h-lla kids so it’s relevant he continues grindin’
ironic how people throw shade
soon as you get to shinin’
remember when the rap artist started authentically
real g’s ain’t ‘posta boast or post posters posing artilleries
on social pages
so contagious to our people’s growth
and every artist using auto-tune and jockin’ migos’ flow
they better step up like rob hoffman
come in contact with my flow (floor)
it’ll shock ya
like i got carpet
n-gg-s twistin’ ball-bats tryna dodge the fuzz
pitchin’ white
grippin’ the .42
jack and robbin’ sons (jackie robinson)
people wait ’til your funeral to say they fool with you
who is you to not take me serious
as a lyricist
not givin’ up until the world knows about my verses
my words touch the people like girls gone wild commercials!

- lonzoe young lyrics

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