NewEraMar - 2X Viral

Whoa, I’m finna go all in
If I gotta problem that I cannot solve, I leave it to God then
If you only hit me when you need a favor, don’t bother to call then
She want exquisite and I’m thinking Wendy’s, and if you don’t want it then starve then
That heartbreak hit me right here in my chest, it woke my savage up
I’m in the basement cooking up bass, it woke my parents up
I pray I don’t have to beat me a nigga to death, for tryna embarrass us
I supply clear eye, cause I notice you love to stare at us
I might pull back, like I’m receding, but I’m not losing my edge
I’m running circles, around these rappers, I’m not even using my legs
Yellow House taking over, the White House is basically dead
I ain’t never hear no wedding bells with no Jezebel, what’s going on in yo head
I walk out the house with the bread, it look like I’m running late for the bus
You gotta gun, but is you gon bust
Your heart or your gut, which one you gon trust
You throwing salt on the game, but it just add to my flavor
You keep exposing yourself as a hater, even my losses go in my favor
You like to throw shots and run, I'ma wait till he catching his breathe
That’ll be his last one, I'ma make Jr. the last one
At this point I ain’t even my dad's son, I'm way too handsome
Nah I don’t wanna enhance nothing, never trust no hoe with no Samsung nigga
Mr. 2 times viral
I was planning this when PlayStation came with Spyro
Who gon lift me up when things take a downward spiral, Uzi eye roll
This ain’t really love, you know just like I know
Take the chains off your brain, free your mind
I read the leading cause of death, is our pride
Human beings getting slaughtered by the swine
The roles always get reversed, give it time
Yeah, I mix the coon and buffoon with the wisdom
I’m drinking more water to balance out all of the Henn in my system, yeah, yeah
Y’all just be making up stories to tell when y’all get around women, yeah, yeah
I gave her a role, she ripped up the script, she’d rather to play victim
I walked into rap like, Bow, why you ain’t tell me the cheese was this good
I got the slaps like, Bow, why you ain’t tell the cheese was this good
You could be walking around in a hoodie, but brother you still wouldn’t be in the hood
You don’t understand, I’m misunderstood
I’m walking with God, I’m feeling like Suge

Written by:
Marchand Pendelton

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