Lyrics End - Bishop Nehru, Marc Mason

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Me and my niggas on the block, you know the spot
Cops can watch, cause I’m not spring them mad shot
I got a granny maw in my Chevy
Different colors, you are brothers, we ain’t equal like others
Single mother, no popa, for daily troubles
But what I do stay true to the teachings I was taught
Thank momma for the gifts that she once bought
I never went to court, cause I never got caught
On the porch light it up, roll it up, you know that of course
Cause it’s a cause, so don’t get pushed off, bitch
I wanted to rap, so I said, fuck the office!
My team full of spartans, we are in this evil world
Assumptions stay blind behind closed doors
Until I hit the glow and it comes to the light
All I see is fame, in my spot late, uh!
Keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do
I always stay true to never let my crew
So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do
I always stay true to never let my crew
So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do
I always stay true to never let my crew
So keep it steady, I’m ready for what you wanna do
I always stay true to never let my crew
My flow ' plus my a though z’s'
So basically you’re misplaced if you’re placed near me
Just wait and see, I scrape in with no latency
They’re late to see, that bishops in the greatest lead
Remained ' to laugh at you
No room for bad apples, I spend gas capsule
These start to.
mad habits
It’s mad natural, for them cashes we just past you
The bad rascals got the game intact to them shackles
The 'crackles on your head and reach failure
I caught the smoke up and goes the tales that I tell you
'know I’m doping, nobody feel ya
Don’t get realer than the shit I kick, my lungs will heal ya!
Feel that, nigga!
Try to kill that, nigga!
Believe I’m the cure for the real, my nigga!
If you don’t, you get eaten like, veal my niggas!
Sneak this, you can turn into a meal, my niggas!