Herbology - Main Event (feat. Dre Blunt)
Built to go the distanceFighting for my life
Minding every motherfucker around me
I swear
Dip and weave then make them fists connect
Embrace the check
I swear y'all niggas tripping
They fumble off the oppositions' approaches
I call encroachment for the interference
My shit'll air you out like Brady passes
And reek the benefits from deviance
To get the bag up
Toe tag flow to cold em
My defining moment forming
Call the coroner, cause we can't find pulse
For fakers lost before they made they calling
Phoning home and praying that somebody answer for em
A couple rings to straight decline's exactly why you stalling
You need a start up for your service package
See, what you choose, you better max your every move
As best to last and shape your future, every second crucial
Cause nothing's promised to us
Cept taxes, death, and fraudulence
You need to guard your shit
Dip and weave, then make them fists connect
Embrace the check
And hold your own on solid toes
Never falter if you hit the ropes
Just part of life, the camera lights is for a fight
The greatest story never told if you can't mold it right
So I maneuver with the toolie
Pen and pad is how I'm moving in to bring me closure
Yall niggas folding for the purse
I give my all before I fall, and turn that lost into a good tomorrow
Why do we go thru so much
Like the world's in a rut
We struggle just to come up
Is it enough
When's the Main Event
Why do we go thru so much
Like the world's in a rut
We struggle just to come up
Is it enough
When's the Main Event
I see you niggas steady plotting on me
I see you bitches on my dick, it's so apparent to me
I came a long way, I thank God for letting me see it
I been thru some bullshit, some people wouldn't believe it
They overlook me, they mistook for some weak ass nigga
I done been in hella wars, I'm a friend to the trigger
I done been in hella brawls, I ain't pussy at all
I done cut off hella leeches, I ain't pulling they cards
But look
I had to find a way to make a way
Working hella 9 to 5's, a nigga didn't play
I didn't count on no one nigga, had to get his funds up
And if them niggas talking shit, well tell them niggas run up
Like wassup
My heart is cold, just like the snow
Bet my name gon be heard all around the globe
And I promise to put you niggas to shame
You gotta look back just to see how fucking far you came
Uh
Why do we go thru so much
Like the world's in a rut
We struggle just to come up
Is it enough
When's the Main Event
Why do we go thru so much
Like the world's in a rut
We struggle just to come up
Is it enough
When's the Main Event
Written by:
Darrien Archie, Herbert Mallory
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