M. Spoon - From the 203

Same nigga from the 203
If you don’t know me
I tell 'em Google me nigga
Runnin' shit like track athlete
Sugar Ray on the beats the way I brutally kill 'em
Okay I know few who want my spot
I got it on lock I hold it down like Fort Knox
She all over me from head to my socks anytime on the clock
I know they want what I got nigga
I’m the number one problem they corny like Logic
Spoon stop it you’re outta pocket nonsense
Man I’m just bein' honest
At least I can make a project that’s on a topic I promise
I’m comin' live from the cockpit
Flyin' 'round I feel like Aladdin on a carpet watch this
40 songs one artist
More in the vault I’m flowin' like a damn faucet I’m on it
Same nigga from the 203
If you don’t know me
I tell 'em Google me nigga
Runnin' shit like track athlete
Sugar Ray on the beats
The way I brutally kill 'em
Lot of self doubt before I put a project out
They really only want the shit to elevate the clout
Not my route only authentic comes out my mouth
And if I switch up tell my dogs they gotta put me down
Pound for pound round for round competing with myself
I just don’t wanna have dust on my trophy shelf
I show up in the clutch it’s not hard to tell
Same nigga since my daddy told me to get the belt
97 'til infinity we keep the same energy
I know my people feelin' me how real it be
Feeling heavenly the way I rap my melodies
You gotta be kidding me leave the scene obscene end of scene
Peace

Written by:
Marcus Witherspoon

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