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the homie teez - the cut lyrics

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the cut

[verse]
n-ggas say they got pedigree
really ain’t no impressing me
they don’t know what i go through to coocoo up in a mansion see
i been pressin for long
but destiny been prolonged
so i had to press every b-tton till they realised it’s on
i had to
ask for way or pave one
never had no paper
begging b-tches for money on the pavement, to phand’ a rizla
i’m really close to some of the baddest realest n-ggas
it’s only natural end o’ the day we all dealers
i do music they move yams, either way you’re addicted
you play t–z and you dance, they help you get uplifted
so really they ain’t no difference just a matter of depictions
and what kitchen you stem from when yo mama was bakin
you see my mama was cooked up when she was faded
off the face of the earth, i watched her engulfing in flames
imagine being under 8 and seeing that
my heart instantly turn black
but f-ck em all i’m the orphan who lost and then he climbed back
right on this pony like a black man ain’t supposed to
you get hate from other kaffirs, its funny how they try poach you
but when they need a blessing it’s funny how they approach you
and swallow they pride till they choking up on their tracks too
critics are tryna coach you
like homie t–z you need to do do this and dat dat dat
but i ain’t finna, trust i got this in a body bag
like yea we heard that you earning but where the money at?
private restaurant eating like where yo mammie at?
you see yall n-ggas ain’t focused on fundementals
i been coppin your releases, you got basic instrumentals
only b-sses touched by k-ssifiedniso are good for me jo
if not, then i f-ck with levelz
i want awards stacked up in my house like caster’s medals
chad le clos on the mothersuckers!! swimmin in levels
riky rick on these little n-ggas, gyming with bezzels
and im still k!llin business, dishin hits like i’m leornard
i came back from the back and they ain’t expect it
in the back of the cl-ss they didn’t know i was a legend
they used to call me a peasent, a p-ssy, waste of existence
but f-ck em
now i’m buzzing, like your b-tch feelin vibration
i’m coming
no bombaclat, no surprises expect it
i’m stunting
from the cut, i survived it, check the business we running
check the mammies we cuffing
independently movin
i issue my own budgets
f-ck the broke and the moody, i’m really done with talking
any direction we move in is forward
only option
it’s hammertime, rest o’ these mcs are side walking
lip busted, they talk sh-t till they jaws lockin
but f-ck the talk , i make cake like a pakistan
in the hood with a caravahhn
upgraded to uber bruh
we got pasos in different boulevards
even b-tches from mars
can’t talk if i don’t know who you are
only converse with stars
homie got h-lla shooters and buddha , ain’t it irooonic
any move that i make is me thinking ma bois gon ball
get digits n get crystale
get business up in the north
get women and gett-t all
cause real n-ggas deserve it
and f-ckboys gotta fall

- the homie teez lyrics

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