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neo huxtable - b.y.o.b. lyrics

you can jack all the flows you want
you will still get smacked like i rolled the blunt
i don’t need to run it back if i told you once
and i don’t need a hundred plaques if i sold enough
i can see the malice in their faces
that’s a red flag, no gang affiliation
locally respected but i sang in many nations
emotions are invested so i can’t be complacent
but i can be amazing, so well+connected (d+mn he’s a mason)
b+tch, i know kung fu (d+mn it’s the matrix)
the only new slave with a chance of escaping

prechorus:
if they treat me like an industry p+wn
my spirit might be with you but i’m physically gone
i won’t even miss you, i’ll be chilling with gods
b+y+o+b n+gga, bring your own bars

hook:
n+ggas wanna hate, mad at the niceness
the key to the gate, the path of the righteous
don’t go overboard, i’m the overlord
now put your hands up when i hold the sword

b+y+o+b n+gga, bring your own bars. (x4)
verse 2:
i’m no social b+tterfly, more like a moth
cause a n+gga goes ghost when the lights turn off
f+ck cena, you couldn’t see me in the morning sun
you sound desperate like an orphanage or morning suns
we no longer need major labels
the roof is on fire, the money’s under the table
heavy lies the crown but the foundation is stable
the numbers don’t lie, your words create fables
dirty thoughts but you can’t brainwash me
my territory reaches more scales than annunaki
more brain than brawn, less muscle than moxie
this road is so rocky, you’d swear n+ggas was boxing

prechorus:
if they treat me like an industry p+wn
my spirit might be with you but i’m physically gone
i won’t even miss you, i’ll be chilling with gods
b+y+o+b n+gga, bring your own bars

hook:
n+ggas wanna hate, mad at the niceness
the key to the gate, the path of the righteous
don’t go overboard, i’m the overlord
now put your hands up when i hold the sword
b+y+o+b n+gga, bring your own bars. (x4)

verse 3:
always been the black sheep, strayed from the herd
with the memories of who we couldn’t save from the purge
the players are rational but the game is absurd
like i wanna shoot the moon so i aim for the birds
a rapper’s worth is never hard to quantify
we’re all sellouts cause everything is monetized
our morality’s more important in my father’s eyes
and it’s unfortunate we’re glorifying homicide
i’m okay with that, as long as we’re honest
it’s a part of human nature that’s inherently demonic
we struggle with the code of our identity regardless
but the government’s socially engineering through the artist

prechorus:
if they treat me like an industry p+wn
my spirit might be with you but i’m physically gone
i won’t even miss you, i’ll be chilling with gods
b+y+o+b n+gga, bring your own bars

- neo huxtable lyrics

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