Groveboy T.M.T. - The Naguz

I know you hate us but, you scare you the fakest
I'm a keep raking in the profits it's the Grand Nagus (Yeah)
Groveboy T.M.T. I'm ready with the latest
Manuscript I rip the manual In half, you cant fuck with this
The rules acquisitions will place me into position
While You lying ass competitors be whining and bitching
And snitching
It's the good old days all over again
When I bust you ass with the hands plus with the pen
Then pursue with crew lucrative opportunities
You suck up to them pussies with the buffoonery
A coon to me, TMT and for the first time
I'm a get mine without the inference with no clearance
Verbal clarity, to work globe is my mentally
With or with a salary I'm a grow annually
The Grand Negus, taking more chances than Vegas
I got lobes for it bitch unlike you fuck faces
Place me in a steel cage match with no rules
Pile-drive you through a verbal table
Choke you out with the mic cable
The stock market crash cause my rhymes unstable
You stained my reputation with falsehoods and fables
Felonious lies talking bout I can't trusted
It's street rules nigga fuck with me and get ya azz dusted

Written by:
Terrace McKinnon

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