Legion Lonestar - Cards That Are Dealt

I got a bitter taste with ones with the hate
Because it's never in your face
Swangin down the Interstate
Trunk knocking down picture frames
Tryin to make my figures inflate
While y'all going on Tinder dates
I'm tryin to eat lobster dinner plates
I want to move In a bigger place with a nice living space
On the microphone I'm more cold then winter break
My brain is a computer
My pain is maneuvered
Spit game to cougars
This is my reign as ruler
On the mic I'm great I'm cooler
Lyrically It's like I aim with a ruger
You'll hear my name in the future
But let me introduce my self to the present
My flow so precious
On the mic you can feel my presence
Me on the beat it's gift it's a present
This is E and G, legion presents
The rap game I finesse
Hearing us is intense
Leaving y'all impressed
E-Barr, tryin to be the best before I'm laid to rest
This my opportunity, soon to be
The new prospect of the hip hop community
My flows sick better check your immunity
Since I hit puberty
My minds been on money, hoes and jewelry
But now things change this is the newest me
I'm tryin conquer everything my eyes are on, and this is how I'm viewing things
The cards that are dealt
Sometimes it's poor sometimes it's wealth
Sometimes it's sickness sometimes it's health
It can be a battle fighting your self
The cards that are dealt
The cards that are dealt
Sometimes it's heaven sometimes it's hell
Sometimes you make them feel it sometimes it's felt
It can be a war, asking for help
The cards that are dealt
The cards that are dealt
I'm just way too hard on my self
I want the finer things, cars and the wealth
So I gotta guard my health
Gotta get to heaven walking far through hell
The motivation in blood stream, it alarms myself
I feel it in my fingers arms and nails
through my skull and I represent the gulf and it goes down to my tail
And my chest, through my legs and my ten toes
I puffin indo, bimbos want to know my info
Me and kinfolk the next to blow
Texas to Mexico, where's the exit bro
I need to leave this place
Y'all need to believe this face
No peace to make
Gotta bleed the fakes
I need weed to blaze
So Pass me the douja sweet
And a mimosa drink
And Fuck haters
go ahead start quoting me
Im lyrically alone, me, myself and I, solely
The one and only
At the top they say it's lonely
We're moving up slowly
That's what the rap gods told me
Y'all can't hold me y'all don't know me
The rap game Mick Foley
Ima fold green,
Now listen up closely
Time to turn your speakers up this is the Underground Poetry
The cards that are dealt
Sometimes it's poor sometimes it's wealth
Sometimes it's sickness sometimes it's health
It can be a battle fighting your self
The cards that are dealt
The cards that are dealt
Sometimes it's heaven sometimes it's hell
Sometimes you make them feel it sometimes it's felt
It can be a war, asking for help
The cards that are dealt
I'm down to my last dollar, down to my last quarter, down for this last sentence
Legion, we in business
I payed my great grandma last visit, I aim to be scholar
Putting up plus 50 meet my offensive
My whole team independent display the pennant complete the mission
No guitar hero booming in my coffin Got to make millions learn from my loses
I'm gaining a profit off large margins
Don't let me speak in my torture
It's a new world order, fly I don't need no cape high out my mind get the fuck out my face like bane
Speak like strange beats by Dre strangle the game it's sorcery breaking through time and space
Crashing down borders, Marvin the Martian moving with caution
The rage I done lost it
Words I'm speaking seeping leaking like a faucet
Cutlery I'm mixing and chopping up where the butlers be
Order please, get me my franchise ring
Theres no peace in a world that's dying to make money off the dream
Feeding the streets instead of killing a mink for the fur coat you copped last week

Written by:
Eric Barragan, Giovanni Garcia

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