NLM Geno - Missing Pages

Open up the pages it’s a gift and it’s a curse. Nigga rollin up the papers then I lit what’s in the verse. I be writing all my wrongs and reciting what its worth. If I give it to the world I can charge u the earth. Ugh. If u want cheap then cop dirt. I would rather sell my keys to top clerks. And I would rather be the one gettin than got first. And if u ain’t stood ground on beef that’s not turf nigga. The fuck happened to organized crime. Y’all niggaz is killin but ya sloppy. Lackin on them drugs like it ain’t war time. You’s a baseball mitten when it’s score time. Catchin every slug in the outfield. Stop claimin u thug and u not real. I can count on 5 fingers who will not squeal. The rest of y’all niggaz gone crack the seal. That’s why we us and we ain’t them shout out my nigga Lito. Never Lose Motivation got that shit from Geno. Yea I’m known to start a wave and my trends hotter. Got errbody in the mood to make sum fuckin dollars. Now if ya feel that let me hear ya holla. And right after I finish let me see ya get it. Mr. Campaign I be on mission. My pages never blank boa my checks listed. Shut the fuck up if u broke cuz ya unlisted. A man without a hussle that’s considered ungifted. Haters wish that they could un wish it. Do away wit me good riddance. I was spittin game when they wasn’t listening. It was free then but funny now they pay attention. It’s crazy how they start to mention. Some intimidated so they sneak dissin. I got no concerns for ya weak intentions. Let my blunt burn while I count sum digits. Got a bad bitch exclusive and exquisite. I don’t want or need nun of u niggaz bitches.

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