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material theory – quiet storm (the real) lyrics

[intro: excel]

these motherf-ckers have no clue
what the f-ck they just double clicked on
do they?
it’s my time to reign
i’m the f-cking king…
in this motherf-cker
you thought lucious lyon was bad?
motherf-cker
welcome to material theory
freshet music
excel, kfrxsh, and a whole bunch of other motherf-ckers that i ain’t got time to name

[verse 1: excel]

i ain’t scared to touch a cl-ssic, or some new york sh-t
i been made to rip and spit, from the burbs to the bricks
any d-cks who need some suckin, could just listen to raps
from your boys, and you too, ain’t no reason to fap
got the b-lls to do em all, from nicki to kim
they say he gotta lotta nerve, who the f-ck be is him?
i’m mr. money in the bank, plus the lunatic fringe
i don’t ever spare a foe, when the battle begins
for those sleeping on my bars, know that pillow is hard
it ballin’ if you swipe it onto your credit card
it ain’t lasting if you met that b-tch inside of the club
sucked the d-ck the first day, plus you ate on the rug
is it love?
my n-gg- no that’s more like stupidity
you the plug?
then why the f-ck you chillin’ with all them dees?
i mean these n-gg-s nowadays was raised a way that i don’t understand
and tryna learn the way they think ain’t in my f-cking plan
cuz this the real

[chorus: excel]

n-gg- anthem
get your d-mn hands up
for this f-cking real
let em’ know, you could f-ckin’ flow
all up in your f-ckin’ show
stalling ain’t gon help you grow
if you ain’t coming with the

[chorus: kfrxsh]

yo it’s the real sh-t
f-cking make you feel sh-t
balling in the club, then i’m leaving with ya b-tch sh-t
screaming out money ain’t a thang till the world blow up
and you know we ain’t stopping cause it’s never enough

[verse 2: kfrxsh]

hot d-mn now here we go again
k!llin these flows, plus i been rocking these shows
been in ya city with too many of these ig hoes
stacking these figures, making money, man the boy so cold
but on the some real sh-t, i been on my real sh-t
how you on some ballin but you never pay your bills sh-t
always talking paper but you never made no real bread
talkin bout the ops, homie you ain’t never seen feds
i swear this rapping sh-t is easy, see me livin lavish now they swear they wanna be me
i ain’t nothing special, i’m just livin how you wanna
making hits and f-ckin b-tches smoking marijuana, sorry but i’m lying
i been on my grind since around ‘89, momma p-ssed away so i took it as a sign
born in the six, so i always had to shine
i been in a race, but i’ve yet to cross the line
yo on the some real sh-t, everybody tryna rap
only couple n-gg-s nice, so you know i’m stating facts
never seen a hard bar and i ain’t talking bout a jail cell
flipping packs and counting cash, you just telling fairy tales
so if we talkin bout the most wanted n-gg-, i’m el chapo, skinny n-gg- flacko
if you tellin lies please cease no biggie
hope you n-gg-s never shine behind bars, no diddy

- material theory lyrics

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