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m.a.b. - the unheard lyrics

[verse 1: m.a.b.]
born with low iron
lived in a home that owned no iron
we was all gettin rich or die tryin
i was tryna get rich or die rhymin
look, i’m equipped with equipment that makes you vomit
n-gga’s so high, might fly by a comet
y’all might wonder why i spread like a virus
maybe cuz i’m real and i got that fine timin
maybe cuz the steal holder never got a license
and maybe he did, last year, get indicted
i’m just tryna tell ya, what would you do?
when your loans cost a house and your kids do to
when that trap sh-t real, so they will skip school
write a will for a will but until that’s cool
we gon blaze, hit the stage, grab a mic
look i got a pint, grab it tight
no one flyer in this b-tch!
h-ll yea i got the tree, but where the lighter in this b-tch?
look, youngin from the continental, so the goal’s a continental
drive please roll down my window
tell ya i became a boss at nineteen
allergic to you losers, swear i always kept some visine
i’m feeling paranoid bout whenever the nine squeeze
cuz every time it squeeze i know it’s coming from behind me

[hook]
but y’all don’t hear me though
but y’all don’t hear me though
it’s m.a.b. but y’all don’t hear me though
i said it’s m.a.b. but y’all don’t hear me though
it’s d.m.v., y’all don’t hear me though
d.c. to chiraq, y’all don’t hear me though
get me
look

[verse 2: m.a.b.]
tryna clear my mind, tryna stay from round these demons
so when i’m ridin round, know i feel a creeper creepin
and i’m never sleepin cuz of what nas taught me
and i’m still feel in rage till i see an autopsy
until i see the body or a sea full of bodies
is all that’s left to see when i get to grip a shorty
come to grips with death, by gripping a k!ller’s neck
i may forget to feel regret, because you lost it with respect!
(cuz you lost it with respect, n-gga!)
and it’s the truth my n-gga!
(yea!)
m.a.b. comin live from the booth, my n-gga!
i rebuke you n-ggas tryna shoot my n-ggas!
look into my eyes, that ain’t you, my n-gga!
and let me find out who did it!
might take a detour on this road to the millions
and do a drive-by to that n-gga, word is bond!
but i won’t be the k!lla, no n-gga, i’m a don!
like joe montana, best believe i got an arm
like tony montana, till the end i’m puttin on!
and this world’s mine, all mine, f-ck ours!
all i f-ck is dimes, not nines, that’s power!
yea, let me tell you, you’s a p-ssy at it’s finest
started with a hunna, now a n-gga buy diamonds
started with the iron, now this boy steady rhymin
came up from the hole, now he still steady climbin!

- m a b lyrics

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