ReminisceSouth

Four brothers

ReminisceSouth
Four brothers

18 Plays

15 Jul 2019

See I've been rhyming ever since a young kid, see my momma told me I was a young king That I would conquer the world, I guess it's coming true Now they ask how big is you, I say stay glued to the screen and watch me make major plays With skill I'm the real deal, feeling like will Smith I don't do pills to appeal to your nature of division cause lately I've been Seeing visions in my dreams my team we supreme Carry the whole team on my back if I have to, got the city on my shoulders, cause I have two I thought I told you every winter I'm getting colder, I'm a soilder, I snatch your soul when you're sober That's when you know it's over, my conscience take over I stay covert, trying to find me don't even bother I'm a man, you a toddler, So I stay locked and loaded, aim at a target No room for pretense, I see through your soul with a deep lens Wether you live or die it all depends on my sick sense You and I we is different, don't the same sentence I came with the knowledge of my forefathers and my four brothers It's them before others, we all ballers and Shot callers Another dozen of my four mothers But mention before fathers

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See I've been rhyming ever since a young kid, see my momma told me I was a young king That I would conquer the world, I guess it's coming true Now they ask how big is you, I say stay glued to the screen and watch me make major plays With skill I'm the real deal, feeling like will Smith I don't do pills to appeal to your nature of division cause lately I've been Seeing visions in my dreams my team we supreme Carry the whole team on my back if I have to, got the city on my shoulders, cause I have two I thought I told you every winter I'm getting colder, I'm a soilder, I snatch your soul when you're sober That's when you know it's over, my conscience take over I stay covert, trying to find me don't even bother I'm a man, you a toddler, So I stay locked and loaded, aim at a target No room for pretense, I see through your soul with a deep lens Wether you live or die it all depends on my sick sense You and I we is different, don't the same sentence I came with the knowledge of my forefathers and my four brothers It's them before others, we all ballers and Shot callers Another dozen of my four mothers But mention before fathers

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