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sith mobb - grand finale lyrics

[verse 1: young rhocket]

i don’t know about you but i’ma stand on out
i got a cup up in my hand, i’ma drown every doubt
but they don’t know what i’m about, i’ma tell em what i’m bout
lyrical thundercloud, time to feel my reign now
praise the holy father no jesus piece up on him
even though i’m blessed there’s still devils on every corner
slipping never goner k!ll it call the coroner
cooking up greatness and y’all can smell aromas
i rep it till i’m so dead, i’m like “oh yeah”
the crowd here and i’m not scared, not scared i serve em up so go ahead
y’all don’t know our names, then y’all going know it now
see us in the spot and we the ones standing out
something like a sore thumb, on this beat we on the run
dirty backpack in the spot and yes you know we on son
i ain’t lying haters blow me i swear they wind chiming
i’m minding my mind and then i keep it grinding underline it
word

[sh-t talking]

[verse 2: silas g]

thoughts of a shaolin temple abbot man i’m back at it
creating magic so gon’ pipe it down with that static
you know i’m rambo with that ammo i blend in well camo
i’m from the place where they shot cam up in that lambo
god bless the child that could hold his own
and i talkin’ oprah winfrey network, my n-ggas not skirts
cuz you don’t wanna dabble in a fanatical supernatural
lyrical n-gga that get at you and i ain’t tweeting, n-gga
n0body safe from the friday the 13th jason, it’s about mind elevation
pieces to the puzzle your girl see that d-ck then guzzle
she do it for the team on the muscle
before t.i.p., man, my family they been about the hustle
85 dumb, 10 ain’t sh-t but we that 5 percent
that’s keeping it 100 witchu n-ggas g
ain’t no peace in these streets unless yo piece full of heat
peace god

[sh-t talking]

[verse 3: telly]

jim jones balling, i swear to god i could man a cult
these n-ggas think they sick but they hurl because your man a goat
got women, yea a manifold, manicured nails and summer dresses
bourgeoisie b-tches don’t impress us
better know who the best is
ain’t tryna smash? okay wrong answer you can exit
tryna move momma in them duplexes
i’ma real player, l blazer, h-ll raiser, trailblazer
you think you fly? i’ll clip your wings like the sales paper
you piffing up what i’m puffing down? i’ma roll in more details
she sent a pic, got a text, spamming like emails
you better wish me well, quarters in reflecting pools
my n-ggas outchea on a roll, motherf-ckers better move
my b-tches looking bad as sh-t, looking like they from peru
free my dogs, let ’em roam wilding like the woodley zoo
c0ke flow, this sh-t seems impossible
for every burnt nostril these n-ggas gonna dig me like fossils
we out

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