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myers (e13) – hb freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
myers…
linkup tv, hardest bars

aooooohhhhhhh
this all began from lil steven, all the mandem from the start he’s steve wonder tryna see dem
i really wonder all them summers spent beefing, had, my own ends, forgetting what a g did, like
i’m not the reason that half of them are bad, every lyric i chat, comes with certified facts
just stating what we know
how they stepping on my toes, i’m steel capped
wires cross tapped, its big m, hot topic, had friends, non profit, thought you had it, but you lost it, move your hand before i chop it, i ain’t handing out sh-t
if you ain’t chad your opinions are p-ss, and i’m talking bout’ you bandwagon n-gg-s dat fell off
but somehow still sitting on the fence that i built, you should lift of your skirt about you question my work, wait, there’s a crack baby i gotta deal with first, oh they scratched my leg, ask them, did i, act different, m 1up, always back my ting, said my name with who, i don’t, rap like him
one hunna of my unos, controversial, but its true though
reading through these contracts, tryna look for any loopholes
cross t’s, dot i’s, on sight, pop i’s
can tell i eat my spinach, surrounded by gun smoke and spillage any beat i k!ll it
all i wanted was a beamer, but this germans looking realer mummy never raised a k!ller
man these streets will turn you iller
sickmake but they karlas back, not darnas, you can get your grow-yard rap
and that’s crowbar scissors, ?? vision, in and out missing in the distance, no business, this industry’s meedy, what is this?
i’ve already x’d the whole m-ss, this ain’t christmas
plaist, we were getting watched that’s what i figured, posted on the block, getting figures
point these trigger fingers, getting triggered
man i miss my n-gg-s
it can’t be survival of the fittest, there’s man out here timid
it’s more than road life, it’s religious, see my sleeve, so its meant, i love the ?? spit those names with some respect
heart bleeds, i wonder who they’ll grabbing next, a3 a wavy jigga, ?? stop his flex
and when i step, i step on common grounds, same oppers, same bop, same posture, guess that’s cge for ya
band of brothers, i need them all home, i can’t forget steven lee and sammy bless their souls, this ain’t no story being sold
before case i was cold, that was me on 4 raymond road
i buss it down for my n-gg-s, buss rounds at your n-gg-s, f-ck feds free my n-gg-s
and even taz has got a daughter, been ages since i seen her, all these bans from the hood, tryna f-ck with my demeanour, filthy hands but my hearts way cleaner
not for me, tryna buss all my guys, least hear me through a speaker
they need to free my n-gg- havvo, hope he does an el chapo
no more praying in that chapel, when he’s home he’s back to bankrolls, blues two sh-t they gone again
i miss my n-gg- wiz he fully motivates the ends we’re still blessed, beyond reasonable doubt, same sav, different house, same truth coming out of my mouth
pla that’s paper large amounts, should have been in architecture, we’ll customise your house
for the ones who no longer have their freedom and the ones when i, scroll through my phone is the only time i see dem
i buss it down for my n-gg-s, buss rounds at your n-gg-s f-ck feds free my n-gg-s

- myers e13 lyrics

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