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mr - blak ink the don lyrics

whoooa.. they say they missed me, but i ain’t ever left, i, i just took a sabbatical, but you know, it’s back to biz, we making history y’all

verse 1
ayo i’m back again/give these fvck nvggas tanks of that oxygen/cause i’m back to suffocate em i’m back on that block again/who said they was hot as him? put him back in the pot again/ he say he a problem well f it i’m here to solve it then/i’m here to abolish them, do em like a promised em/and instead of hating on rappers i’m just ignoring em/all the goals i set for myself i keep on scoring em/and these nvggaz dying from jealousy, call the *#&$/nеck froze up like sidewalks in thе winter/n*ggas ain’t eaten all day and we having dinner/i ain’t gotta keep on saying that i’m a winner/hard days we done came from i remember/it was harder then, it’s harder now/my heart is on the cheddar now/quite ironic cos my ex’s only write me letters now/but i’m only focused on paper and getting better now/let her come inside for a favor and then i let her out/and i’ve been getting prepared/while these n*ggas getting #$& by these labels instead/ain’t it funny what a broke nvgga do for bread/nah ain’t it funny what a hoe nvgga do for head/you fu nvggas y’all embarrassing/that’s why i gotta tell the game that when it comes to me and these nvggas ain’t no comparison/now just look at how far we done came from just imagining/and i done kept the levelest head while they was panicing/my rap sk!ll emasculate harder when they try matching it/vibe/harder when they try catching it/i’m just in my own lane/always doing my own thing/purp got me high in the sky i call it soul plane/got my whole d#$& in her mouth i call it colgate/got my whole drip on the couch now dat sh*t soaking/blow the whole spliff in the house until we roaching/brought the whole clique to the lounge cause now we toasting/and i leave rappers in a dry spot/if i keep spitting how i’m spitting imma die hot/why not/couldn’t quit even if i try stop/i’m hot/too hot to handle/you flop like sandal/only cause you nvggas trying to blow up from the very same angle/i can’t take you, leave you strangled/you do, you bite, while i’m sitting at the heights, feet dangle/light up the way for em without a candle/no b#$&% is on my arm, not even a bangle/i just rock these chains like a nvgga django/yeah that’s right man i still got the ammo/we was busy playing with keys no piano/i was wearing rags around my head lil rambo/they said i couldn’t rap but thank god i can though/no pressure, more effort/imma keep going harder til i get it!

- blak ink the don lyrics

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