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mark battles, king los & forever m.c. - go lyrics

[intro]
oh, yeah
yung 1, you a fool for this

[verse 1]
h-ll if i do, h-ll if i don’t
they prayin’ for me to fail and i tell ’em i won’t
chill, used to stop that
progression is the object
my levels two steps from heaven, meetin’ god next
i, yes, it’s the perfect plan (plan)
convert the fans who twerk and dance, i deserve a chance
ah, give ’em bars like anxiety
my old girl mad, her bitter -ss won’t say hi to me
i tell her blow me like i’m checkin’ her sobriety
been waitin’, now it’s time to see the new rap prodigy
uh, you better tell them n-gg-s cool it
give you act’ for 50 cent, it’s all gs up in my unit (woo)

[verse 2]
go, i’m proud of chillin’
just mindin’ my business
just countin’ my millions
man, god is my witness
i came from the bottom
but i gotta get it
i’m slidin’ my pimpin’
and travel ahead of the contracts
so jump ahead, i’ma contact
i need a m-ssage
i need a garage
with bentleys and phantoms and all that
and ’bout that money, i call back
fall back, maybach, grey and black
balmain, ball caps
ball s-x in your mouth for talkin’ down on a real one
give a f-ck how you feel, son
i ain’t got no chill
how they gon’ deal with me when my deal come?
uh, i’m ready for a real run
i mean it’s time to do the d-mn thing, uh
already been the best out
i mean, i’m stressin’ out my hamstrings, uh
top five, top five, yeah
i’m on fire, hot vibes, yeah
juicin’ up with my spinach
pop, pop, papaya
high power, she a dyk- coward
b-tch, i devour sh-t
go, three ks in my truck
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no white-power sh-t
go, white powder sh-t all in they nose
i guess they must have been high
go, how they miss me like they ain’t pick me?
like i’m go f-ck, n-gg- die
go

[verse 3]
when i get in my zome
boy, it’s in my phone
tell ’em to leave me alone
crackin’ the codes
back on the road
cookin’ like crack on the stove
tell them boys to just fall back
small pack but we all strapped
ab, you gon’ have to see these
i ain’t talkin’ no broad strap
now we handlin’ business
with my n-gg-s, we all rap
made my moves, don’t put on my shoes
can’t fit in no ball cap
ain’t talkin’ money, no convo
came to ball, lonzo
get up in the game and just spit that sh-t
now n-gg- feelin’ like rondo
turn a new n-gg- to a john doe
turn a new verse to a condo
i’m great, k!llin’ n-gg-s six years straight
y’all late, where the h-ll did the time go?
now i’m gettin’ paid for the cadence
slams are debated, it came in the greatest
n-gg-s want talk that sh-t so i keep that smith like willow and jaden

[outro]
go
oh
go
bs two
ah!

- mark battles king los forever m c lyrics

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