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will c. - bbb (feat. rightous & z-wells) lyrics

[intro]
at this is dj yung spice wilson on the 1s and 2s you are now tuned into d.p.r. radio dat way!

[verse 1: will c.]
switch lanes, i’m the kid that they ain’t
big things i just did what they can’t
the foundation, the brick to the paint
set in stone that i’m gone be a great
in the flesh but i’m gone in the face
not faded i’m gone for the race
keep up when i’m changing the pace
deep cut in the jugular sp-ce

you at odds with the people you were supposed to guide
i’m the sole survivor, a whole macgyver
you a whole v-g-n-
wrote scripts as a kid it makes sense that i’m the poster child
i’m cold as ice
they can’t see me like i broke the iris
it’s the rap game poltergeist kid
ugh, and right here i’m controlling the light
and if i still can’t shine i’m taking over night (that way!)

put your shades on prepare for the glow
k!lled em all in time for me to make it to the show
put me in a box they so afraid to see me grow
open up the truck i think i got the room for you

multiply multiply multiply, k!ll
who am i, what am i, without my sk!ll
lotta people doing crime but they ain’t real
if you can’t take a hit get off my field

i, think it’s time to let me in the game
ain’t no other drills for me to do
tried to cut me from the trunk up
but you can’t live without your roots
i put my heart soul and foot in the game
they put, charcoal and soot in the game
tryna, burn it down before i win
but i, gotta win im one within

[hook: will c.]
i gotta tell the truth
i wanna see that coup
i gotta tell the truth
i don wanna see no roof
i gotta tell the truth
they been tryna be underground
i been tryna be worldwide
i ain’t tryna just hang around

[verse 2: righteous]
so longevity driven, more spice my recipe gifted
stayed gold so my enemies livid
now my truth got raised cause everything fiction
have rights but the left lane twisted
now confused which direction i was given
5 fingers left, better make my decision fo’ the shine as a guide disappear so it’s missin
they don’t really care about real
irace, chasin for what looks great
like you only read one book page
and you knew the rod was connected but yo -ss still took bait, shook fate
people goin ghost like it’s pacman
got them tellin jokes i’m batman
temporary happiness, sad man run in the closet young stan had a bad plan, god d-mn
[but n-gga it’s in yo control i promise]
life is a horse and it’s speedin the fullest you gotta stay on it, grab a lil seat
[don’t go and make yourself heartless]
that will never work, might put yo -ss in a mega hurt then you end up in darkness
[i’m just sayin to you, i’m just praying for you]
people hatin on the work, on a social network
callin new boys jerks and cl-ssifying who is better or worse with some words
not a fan of it not a fan, but give you honesty, always can

[verse 3: z-wells]
z-wells i’m the problem child
the realest and illest kid get your mom devoured
might pull up at your father’s house
with a big rocket launcher and chop him down
on a chick throw a father of washington
will c. like a brother we all get down
tone e is another we run the town
the point 3 like the e it revolve around
my enemies p.a.c. cause they all get rounds
r.i.p. b.i.g and we miss you n-gga
the rap game wouldn’t be the same with you n-gga
got wendy’s logos trying to diss you n-gga
pray the sky open up when you falling down
that will probably be the same day my fathers round
i am sick i’m a dog i’m from coughing town
imma’ kick all of y’all push your coffin down
in the dirt 6 deep where it’s coffee brown
then i give a b-tch d i’m pauly now
get to patting on the p-ssy shes paula now
clip a n-gga give him bullets i’m paulin’ now
if i didn’t rep for the squad then we’d all be down
so imma’ be goin hard till they chalking round
message to the f-ck boys talking down
dam, woods, and a river you can all get found
ah!
live in h town but i don’t have a grill
who am i what am i look at my sk!ll
if you testing n-gga look at my will –
smith and weston it’ll do you like bills
put that sh-t down beat a n-gga, mike will
looking at rappers i’m seeing you quite frail
and blind to the fact you wack you write braille
behind this zack attack you light years
i rhyme like a spaz attack you might fear
yo rhyme is a -ss attack you write weird
you’d all get yo -ss attacked in cyphers
ypu might as well quit you sit in my rear
flip in high air i don’t do gymnastics
i do boom-bastic and do boo backwards
abracadabra the coupe do magic
wells number one and i’m who you after
chicks authentic ya boo too plastic
i’m gucci daddy you fubu b-st-rd
feel like i’ve had it with new school rappers
i’m fresh with words and my crew too dapper

[outro: z-wells]
i think you know that n-gga
old school imma’ throw back n-gga
skip that where the hoes at n-gga
fist up cause i’m pro black n-gga

i think you know that n-gga
old school imma’ throw back n-gga
skip that where the hoes at n-gga
fist up cause i’m pro black n-gga

- will c lyrics

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