N.R.M.N - Abstract

City of the dope boys and baby mamas
Where the streets stay hot, like we lamping
In Bahamas, I just need them commas
Do a lot, but cant take no drama
Quick to cut you off, when im not
Fond of
Y'all toxic, quick to diss, talk shit and gossip
No wonder why you never prosper
Come check my roster we just want them commas
And if aint about the money than my nigga saying
Nada
Cause I just wanna break and live lavish
Save enough money, then vanish
Family tree cross me, im breaking branches
Don't ever take advantage
And never bite the hands that feed you
Especially if your pockets looking famish
I just wanna break dammit
Hit the charts and cause damage
Stupid niggas keep talking bout a challenge
On my own I had to stay balanced
Over came, over gain, we over won them battles
Fuck a judge and gavel
Bout to blow no detonate
Them other niggas featherweight
Mimic my style, they couldn't demonstrate
Killing everything like Norman Bates
Slaughter a will, go for the kill
Grill you like a foreign steak
Than deport your ass back like you from a
Foreign state
Stay smooth like KY jelly, when me her fornicate
Okay
Flowing like some butter, straight cutting like sashimi
Gone of the chief like we hot boxing in a tipi
Boy stay flowing like my diamonds all VV's
Me on any beat, now that's a cheat cheat
They cant even see me
Cyclops vision, I be coming with that heat heat
The Future stay bright like the coating on CP
Stay pushing numbers, window excel on a PC
Niggas sending shots like we out here in DC
No liners no reminders
Brown skin, chocolate
Poked out Pocahontas
Oh she a Goddess
So sick, my word so atomic
The world burning riddled up
With toxins, and we got clown in the office
Plus police lost it
Shooting at the people all the souls we don't lost
Here
World is smoking, I aint joking
When quarantine got the whole world focus
Free Palestine, while Africa fighting locust
My fam fighting time, while everybody fighting
Covid
Spitting now, got me looking like im Moses
While hater shooting shots like its showbiz
Pardon the crowd, see me part with a staff
They would last, if they think they had a chance with this
Mic in my hand, shit is crazy like they niggas want part of
The wrath
Damn, them niggas want it bad? huh?

Written by:
Corey Williams

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