Don Trip - The Unheard lyrics

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Don Trip - The Unheard lyrics

[Verse 1: M.A.B.] Born with low iron Lived in a home that owned no iron We was all gettin rich or die tryin I was tryna get rich or die rhymin Look, I'm equipped with equipment that makes you vomit n***a's so high, might fly by a comet Y'all might wonder why I spread like a virus Maybe cuz I'm real and i got that fine timin Maybe cuz the steal holder never got a license And maybe he did, last year, get indicted I'm just tryna tell ya, what would you do? When your loans cost a house and your kids do to When that trap sh** real, so they will skip school Write a will for a will but until that's cool We gon blaze, hit the stage, grab a mic Look I got a pint, grab it tight No one flyer in this b**h! Hell yea i got the tree, but where the lighter in this b**h? Look, Youngin from the Continental, so the goal's a Continental Drive please roll down my window Tell ya I became a boss at nineteen Allergic to you losers, swear I always kept some visine I'm feeling paranoid bout whenever the nine squeeze Cuz every time it squeeze I know it's coming from behind me [Hook] But y'all don't hear me though But y'all don't hear me though It's M.A.B. but y'all don't hear me though I said it's M.A.B. but y'all don't hear me though It's D.M.V., y'all don't hear me though D.C. to Chiraq, y'all don't hear me though Get me Look [Verse 2: M.A.B.] Tryna clear my mind, tryna stay from round these demons So when I'm ridin round, know i feel a creeper creepin And I'm never sleepin cuz of what Nas taught me And I'm still feel in rage till i see an autopsy Until i see the body or a sea full of bodies Is all that's left to see when i get to grip a shorty Come to grips with d**h, by gripping a k**er's neck I may forget to feel regret, because you lost it with respect! (Cuz you lost it with respect, n***a!) And it's the truth my n***a! (Yea!) M.A.B. comin live from the booth, my n***a! I rebuke you n***as tryna shoot my n***as! Look into my eyes, that ain't you, my n***a! And let me find out who did it! Might take a detour on this road to the millions And do a drive-by to that n***a, word is bond! But I won't be the k**a, no n***a, I'm a don! Like Joe Montana, best believe i got an arm Like Tony Montana, till the end I'm puttin on! And this world's mine, all mine, f** ours! All i f** is dimes, not nines, that's power! Yea, let me tell you, you's a p**y at it's finest Started with a hunna, now a n***a buy diamonds Started with the iron, now this boy steady rhymin Came up from the hole, now he still steady climbin!

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