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mark battles - go lyrics

[verse 1]
h-ll if i do, h-ll if i don’t (uh)
they prayin’ for me to fell‚ and i tell ’em i won’t‚ chill
you should stop that‚ progression is the object
my level’s two steps from heaven, meetin’ god next (woo)
ah, 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 (haha)
i tell her blow me like i’m checking her sobriety (uh)
been waiting, now it’s time to see the new rap prodigy
uh, you better tell them n-gg-s “cool it”
get you whacked for 50 cent, it’s all g’s up in my unit (woo)

[verse 2]
i’m proud and chillin’, just mindin’ my business
just countin’ my millions, man, god is my witness (uh)
i came from the bottom but i gotta get it
i’m sliding my pivot, and travelling head into contracts
so dope i hand ’em a contacts, i need a m-ssage
i need a garage with bentleys and phantoms and all that
ain’t ’bout that money, i call back
fall back, maybach (uh)
grey and black
bar man, bald cap
b-llsacks in your mouth
we talking down on the real one
give a f-ck how you feel son
i don’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 stretching out my hamstrings (uh)
top five, top five, yeah
more fire, hot vibes, yeah
juicin’ up with my spinach
popeye with papaya
high power sh-t, die, cower b-tch, i devour sh-t (go)
three k’s in my trunk but i ain’t talkin’ bout no white power sh-t (go)
white powder sh-t all in they nose, i guess they must’ve been high (go)
how they miss me, like they ain’t pick me, like i ain’t give a f-ck n-gg-, die
go

[verse 3]
when i get in my zone, won’t answer my phone, tellin’ her “leave me alone” (woo)
crackin’ the colds, back on the road, cookin’ like crack on the stove (woah)
tell them boys to just fall back, small pack but we all strap
ayy b, you gon’ have to see these, i ain’t talkin’ no bra strap
now we handlin’ business, with my n-gg-s, we all rap (uh)
name my moves, don’t put on my shoes, can’t fit it, no bald cap
ain’t talkin’ money, no convo
came to ball, lonzo
get up in the game and just spit that sh-t
now a n-gg- feelin’ like rondo
tell a new n-gg- to a john doe (oh)
turn a new verse to a condo (uh)
i’m great, k!llin’ n-gg-s six years straight
ya’ll late, where the h-ll did the time go?
now i’m gettin’ payed for cadence
[?] came in the greatest (the best)
n-gg-s wanna talk that sh-t, so i keep that smith like will on with jaden
(uh)
go
uh, go
ahh

- mark battles lyrics

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