Sincerest Don - Lord WIllin

It was nights I damn near slept with work, residue on my shirt
Grass stains from the turf, I done pitched after church
Extra innings, curt schilling, where I'm from it's coined lord Willing
This shit strictly for the villains
My bitch say she refuse to deal with it
Fame getting to my head, but i'm something, she never seen
She too afraid to say it, 448 kept me fed
In my sleep, I can weight it, plug treat me like his favorite
Meaning I can wait to pay em
Used to use this chick addy that hoop, & she was favorite flavor
Sharp as a temper taper, dame dolla caliber player
I'm Ace in terms of fair, you want the money or the hammer
Free my posee from the slammer
From mixing dirty Diana
And me & youngin was like a tandem, till when I called, & He ain't answer
Could of ran off 100 times, he pick the time that mattered
Wouldn't chance it, even ya featured back, can be your cancer
He Levon Bell, ain't been the same since I had em

Streets made us rough around the edges
But gave us promise, you rap for notoriety, I rap to change my climate, that's just the Silver lining, it's really based on timing
And a hustlers salvation, how I made it with this rhyming
It's like these streets made us rough around the edges
But gave us promise, you rap for notoriety
I rap to change my climate, that's just the silver lining, it's really based on timing
And a hustlers salvation, how I made it with this rhyming

Nike headband, full length fur
Hoping out the beige, old school spur
Five rings like a spur, call me Timmy D
Got shooters on my side that let the semi ring
Gucci links, heavy bling, 97 foamposites, og pearl
A nigga dope, like a whole key a girl
You not listening tho, I sit in roll the highest grade
Then it choke you out, like Carlisomo
Then kick the flow, smother than the next pic & roll
Kyrie status animal print on the fur coat then slide like a ski slope
The rims poke 100 spokes, the chevy scrapes I cut it low
Money from the ceiling to the flow, yea I stack it up any talk i'm backing up
All these rappers rapping suck, I'm michael in the isle from that crown I'm pulling up
Double nickel in the garden got a fist full of this jargon
Aint finna bullshit so be careful what you talking

Written by:
Kyle Wyricks, Wallace Fendell

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