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selah the corner - the purge lyrics

[verse 1- selah the corner]
hands go up when the sinner rhyme
i’m numb to it a miracle if i feel the rhyme
the good fight and the illa rhyme carnivorous
lyricist hear a track and i’m only hearing it’s dinner time
but i been eating good though
‘lot of question ’bout the direction i should go
and why your verses always gotta have a hood flow
never been no profit in magnifying the hood though
that’s never how the son measure
four 30 round clips on a sun dresser
gun blowing for any doe that you owe him
he shooting that 120 over 80 like a blood pressure
i’m putting in that wrong work
i’m tryna turn k!llas into converts
and y’all worry ’bout me selling out a concert
i knew my heat never had a chance like lebron hurt
nightmares to a lane vet
a spitter who don’t care about a paycheck
couple kings but we ain’t in the same deck
everybody know him he don’t care about the fame yet
nah for god i’m a monster
do it for my city and i do it for my genre
looking for a dirty situation we could lander
god over that money will forever be the sponsor
it never been an us and a they thing
they cool wit it if you talk about the ye thing
and go ahead about the jay and the bae thing
but don’t you ever get to that talkin’ ’bout the g-y thing
biz went to the ring about it
and i stood there and i ain’t say a thing about it
and punches started to swing about it
i realize while talking up to the king about it
i got muslim homies that do whatever’s right for me
it pop off they clappin’ everything in sight for me
but real talk man they’d prolly give they life to me
before they ever eat a blt so homie you tell me
do he love me any less when the war hit me
cause he thinkin’ that the pork on my fork filthy
we don’t hate ’em we wanna free ’em
but they threaten to k!ll us for disagreeing
yeah i believin’ this rap never been a sport for me
and god over money something like a fort to me
and every session lookin’ like july 4th to me
the og double r ready to p-ss the torch to me
and so i ride with the plane and fly to the wing
even if it mean i gotta die in the end
my big homie was murdered for my sins
me k!lling my flesh is gettin’ revenge
lil’ homie w-ssup

- selah the corner lyrics

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