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nino blu - the money freestyle lyrics

[intro]
this is a nino blu exclusive

[verse]
pharaohs, kings, presidents
god, heaven sent
in this game money forever will be relevant
and i’m the game, future leader and in present tense
tfl is what i represent
so you can bow down or get hung for your negligence
take a look around, there’s no ounce of mercy left in him
used to be the innocent
tapped into my inner sеnse
telling me to switch it up
bank account was in thе cents
playing with these demons
hoping one day that i can repent
my life is the sh+t
this ain’t nothing you can reinvent
honest, my intent, wasn’t meant to be a k!ller
just wanna k!ll the game, show everybody the realer
uh
dawg, forgive ’em, they got autism
they speak as if they got no smarts in ’em
so where’s the heart in ’em?
without heart, how could there ever be art in ’em?
too many actors and they always tryna audition
feeding that false fiction
we catching y’all slipping
[?] pass the bottle, we be hennessy hard sipping
blowing smoke ’til we get choked, that’s that bart simpson
but we ain’t on no vacation, now homie, y’all tripping
i am the one and only, no wonder i feel lonely
[?] if you hot in my city but all the rest are phony
you do not know me, keep in mind
and you been aiming for the top but you don’t see the climb
the city’s mine for the taking, find somebody in my ranking
can’t compete with the history i’m making
picture that i’m painting
see that your ground fading
people want something new, you can see it, the time changing
uh
i laugh at the overconfident
loud out they mouths, i don’t mistake it for dominance
i am not the weak, in fact, i am the prominent
i’m bombing it, and leave everybody up in astonishment
only do it for the money and the shows
i see no kind of passion or talent up in your flow
something you wanna be, but it’s lacking up in your soul
attacking and planning more
and racking up many foes
many know what i supply
hotter than mid+july
make the crowd go wild, while putting their hands up high
so when the real arrive, try and play the tough guy
you could be our eyebrows, still wouldn’t be above i
love lies and i know it
wouldn’t hurt if you show it
not too big on defeat, always i pinky toe it
i’m a poet
my style way too sharp for you to sleep on
the heat’s on
and if you still hating, homie, then begone

- nino blu lyrics

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