[Verse 1: Dsk**z Harris]
I Don't Think They're (They) Ready
Cut em like Machetes, Shooting like Corey Maggette
Rock Steady like the crew
Roll Heavy With A Few
I Mean Deep
I'm in the jeep
Trynna creep, my homie sellin Merryl Streep
Well Money is Money
My Homie selling d**h, but his kids ain't hungry
Fill In The Blanks, read between the lines
I see my seeds, inside her eye
But i'm not that type of guy
Ya' Get It?
The way that I spit it
You should get with it
But i understand
If you're a fan of that other man
Than why bother
Like how I prefer Bill Cosby
Over my father
Laughing, A Cold Assa**in
But I Will Die A Martyr
This is Sparta
[Verse 2: Dsk**z Harris]
King Leonidas with the Midas touch
Ya'll the lightest bunch, and then run at the sight of us
God at the side of us
I Can't Trust Nobody
Except For The Voices In My Head
Making Choices, thanking God cause I Ain't Dead
I'm spittin lead, Give Me Cred-it
I Set It, Off
Like Jada Pinkett
I'm the Dopest Out,Homeboy
I know you think it
Life And d**h is in the power of the tongue
I Devour Cowards After Hours While I'm Young
Brandi, I Love You
Hoes tell me that i'm sprung
Fam or not, She lost her spot, forever she is done
She will never hold my kids
She'll never see my son
I Am Teen Spirit, Leaking Out
A Smoking Gun
This is therapy, but i'm really having fun
Used to be the one who got shunned
For my love of words
It's absurd, how we live what we didn't choose
And people act like, we can really switch shoes
I refuse to lose
Use words to the d**h of me
Be who you are, disregard who most pretend to be
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