Lord Nova and Kwon Baker - FOG / The Essentials

Striking turned militant
Couple shots he wonu0027t feel again
I been thinking to myself lately (thinking to myself)
Got a couple of them niggas that wanna ride on me
Double fumbling cash, dag, predicted itching to slide on me
How much success before taking me out the game
So how many shows before I had proven my name
Niggas put in passion for they whole life, turn bitter thatu0027s a whole strife, a pass by collision crippled my lane
But, I gotta be so strong, cause lately I been thinking to myself
Trying to think of a one up, when still viciously turned up, devil swinging round my block like he was lifting a numb chuck
I got niggas don't appreciate and donu0027t how to trust
I got bitches superstitious, trynna fix me out of love
I got family members, they remember lies, donu0027t tell me about your pride, when selfless helps the helpless, you selfish in disguise
Hard to idolize when niggas done lost they soul
Hard to undermine with niggas you broke bread
Hard to see the skyu0027s when wearing these stunna shades, feeling blade, feeling safe, feel a way
Cause I got all these niggas round me, .30s being tucked
I got bitches that's malicious in the trenches wanna fuck
I got A&Rs that praying hard, rewind it back to DVR, might turn a track to CPR, cause you ran out of luck
Double dutching, hands clutching, we donu0027t ever speak discussion, we just let the reaper touch us, into features, repercussions
How many more outlooks still sanctified
So how many more songs writ until it die

But I gotta be so strong, cause lately I been thinking to myself
Trying to think of a one up, when still viciously turned up, devil swinging round my block like he was lifting a numb chuck
I got niggas don't appreciate and donu0027t how to trust
I got bitches superstitious, trynna fix me out of love
I got family members barely breaking ties, donu0027t tell me about your pride, when you left me out to dry
Thatu0027s a warning

I really got it
Iu0027m honest
Iu0027m on it
I keep it Chris Breezy; I tell them to run it
The cowards be running
The humble be hunting
And itu0027s my 23rd spring so I bring them to dungeon
Jeepers Creepers with the ether, Iu0027m out here so hungry
I got this bitch moving, the Bouly be bunking
And I donu0027t converse with you guys if it donu0027t make no money
Yeah thatu0027s how Iu0027m rocking, you can call it funny
Fear of god my sweats
I donu0027t break a sweat
All that tongue wrestle with the set doesnu0027t cut the checks
In my town we them Yankees and yu0027all the Mets
The cap that yu0027all on was never caught on Jiggas head
Thatu0027s Flex

You should watch out for the Kazuri, because heu0027s moving different
Raukwon The Ronin
The one and only
For y'all to hate
Y'all can't gas me instead you gassing my John Deer
Itu0027s just different

Dawg, this so essential
This for the times Iu0027ve been broke
This life is what Iu0027m meant for
Iu0027m grinding straight for my kinfolk
We hanging out the window like yu0027all niggas shouldu0027ve been known
Your new fling tends to get old
You not around she Rah Digga which means she on that flip mode
And she knows imperial
She pounced in the ride, donu0027t touch my stereo
The price has escalated on Jerry Lorenzo
Canu0027t be out here kicking flavor I cookinu0027 just for the low
Uh uh
Hell no, my nigga, we off of that
The better crack I be cooking the more theyu0027ll be coming back
I see how haters be looking when Logan recite these raps
What young nigga you booking that show up bringing the slaps
Huh? Yea
That show out bringing the slaps
Ainu0027t show up faking the funk
Just out here preaching my facts
A good job of keeping in tact as well as sharper than a tack
More tactical than the raccoon on Grootu0027s back
Heu0027s back
Uh, thoop

Written by:
Kwon Baker, Rashad Nelson

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