Been around the world
Been around the world I felt the cord Something like a Killshot Hit me wit your best shot K dot, don't stop, keep the party rocking hot Not one to settle beefs Imma silp a quick knot And release some hot tracks Then double back, and repeat the act I'm not from west coast Imma make sure you know I'm a ghost of my town We ain't get no biggie or pac Now it's me setting up shop Articulate with my thoughts Sptting and Sptting till I'm lost I'm spinnin around I don't feel lost Open up your ears and hear the beat That's me, you know how we be Like, the big 3 when they started a league, I'm in the release you couldn't be me taste defeat, and bow down to the king Smoking up these blunts I feel the next hunt, ready to blow up And cause the whole crowd to jump i-l-l-O-N-N imma get a pen Write that verse down again In the club, I'm popping shots again Back at the corner Young nigga walking up on ya He got a purpose he on ya Selling some ganja He wanna get rich But don't wanna be the grinch To steal some shit from kids Dark days Turn to brighter days That shit ain't laced These niggas fake I'm sealing the case Arguable fate, intangible race Fuck what they say I know, but I'm not getting paid Dark Days Turn to brighter days That shit ain't laced These niggas fake
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Been around the world I felt the cord Something like a Killshot Hit me wit your best shot K dot, don't stop, keep the party rocking hot Not one to settle beefs Imma silp a quick knot And release some hot tracks Then double back, and repeat the act I'm not from west coast Imma make sure you know I'm a ghost of my town We ain't get no biggie or pac Now it's me setting up shop Articulate with my thoughts Sptting and Sptting till I'm lost I'm spinnin around I don't feel lost Open up your ears and hear the beat That's me, you know how we be Like, the big 3 when they started a league, I'm in the release you couldn't be me taste defeat, and bow down to the king Smoking up these blunts I feel the next hunt, ready to blow up And cause the whole crowd to jump i-l-l-O-N-N imma get a pen Write that verse down again In the club, I'm popping shots again Back at the corner Young nigga walking up on ya He got a purpose he on ya Selling some ganja He wanna get rich But don't wanna be the grinch To steal some shit from kids Dark days Turn to brighter days That shit ain't laced These niggas fake I'm sealing the case Arguable fate, intangible race Fuck what they say I know, but I'm not getting paid Dark Days Turn to brighter days That shit ain't laced These niggas fake