LoudBeats - The Oath lyrics

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LoudBeats - The Oath lyrics

*Verse1* I use to let other n***as influence me But back stabbin really isnt really new to me Callin me brother to my face errbody fake now they wanna shake up like a young n***a cool with me, NO n***as sending shots im quick to turn a verse into a ulogy I'll turn a no body to a who is he Im doing everybody like they doing me Bouta grab a choppa start shootin like a movie scene n***a im dope, Dont compare me to these other guys I mean i prolly said this sh** about a hundred times I am not a human i am a computer, computing isnt an optionnn this new school need a tutor Bunch of artist with no art in it You ain't no heart & always quick to start some sh** U rappers writing with some Parkinsons Ya scribblin & ya hand start shaking Man yall basic Brain washin all these f**in' fans yall facing Lifting city buses With my kidney punches Take the earth, Reconstruct it I dont need intructions Need to feed to function Take a beat, shove it in a pizza oven I am the only k**a yet to be discovered I dont speak to busters Im from the 414 They like where that boy mind at, no one know Opportunity knockin & the door won't close I show no hope for people cause i see right through em, i told you... *hook* Thats a n***as oath Yall didn't love me then, Prolly love me now All these people fake guess its back in style Get the f** from round... me They can't tell me how to cope They can't tell me how to Live & thats a n***a Oath *Verse2* I break rules & promises This is for the ones who said they couldn't profit us They wasn't fond of us then they ain't fond of us now but f** it dawg i done seen it with binoculars But they steady watching us its obvious Let me in the building or im shooting where the lobby is The way u move real fishy that tolopia Knows that we the right clique dont paste when you copy us, dummy Dont try to act like i need you They rap cause they want to, i rap cause i need to But i Never bite the hand that feeds you But i will bite the one that plans to switch when it greets you I Got cash on my calendar Pa**ing you pa**engers back & forth pacing like a f**in ravishing Labrador Slapping your handler Slashing my challengers k** you - spill you cause your d**h, would just end up making me happier It doesn't matter cause Im sick & deranged & im sick of this fame Sick of figure out how to fit in this game A better chance grabbing a noose Tie it into A knot & watch me slit my wrist quick as i hang They poppin that perk Sippin that syrup Flippin that work on the curb That is my word

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