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legends 2 - dyme-a-duzin lyrics

[intro]
(legends)
yeah
(chris ro$e gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom!)
ugh

[refrain]
ugh
some n*ggas blood and some n*ggas crip
some n*ggas thugs (and some n*ggas b*tch)
some n*ggas ain’t got nothin’, some n*ggas rich
some n*ggas spit they feelings
some n*ggas twitter their sh*t

[verse]
so g*nius saw the lyrics to see who’s realest/ this is
(big) dyme‐a startin’ drama, look what a menace he is (die)
frontin’ ’til i buck ’em and weaves and wigs’ll get split (why)
zombies? i’ll be d*mned if i let dead n*ggas live
fed cuz i looked at n*ggas as legends
’til the bread get the best of ’em
dome swollen and your forced to behead them
affiliates that i performed with is bretherns
on the bills before bills
outcasted, never forced the acceptance
they ignorin’ the effort
they don’t see that talented, combing forces is better
and of course i am better
so they feel inferior instead of workin’ together
such a rhymer’s napoleon complex (man)
i’ma keep it short and sweet, bruh, f*ck all the nonsense
i’m expressing myself freely, b*tch, this is my sh*t
heard your solo r&b tape, that sh*t was garbage
i don’t need publicity stunts, i’m lit regardless (ha)
i been runnin’ sh*t since pe, don’t get me started
n*ggas’ll rather subtweet than see me and solve it
n*ggas eating off the st**z, fam say they starvin’
rather harm me for a article i ain’t involved with
i gave the world the rebirth
same day we lost ’em
how is mine such a breeze and yours such a problem?
be f*ckin’ honest
how did all this sh*t go left?
thought we was all honorin’ the best (what?)
and postin’ it was family request
so (i’m) with my mama and my grandfather, hospital bedside
receiving tweets from weird beige with red dye
imitatin’ the dead guy (ugh)
we dealin’ with death in the truest sense
while your true colors and quotes exposin’ your true intents, sh*t (ha)
grinch f*ckin’ up my christmas and sh*t
the whackest n*ggas in the clique got all the lip ’til it’s zipped
and p*ssy n*ggas love attention, dawg
a b*tch is a b*tch
’til extendo’s hit extensions and sh*t
these are lyrical clips
holy ghost, how your spirit’ll lift
don’t want to hear no third eye, fake spiritual sh*t
no unity from jealous n*ggas in the spirit of nip
if he didn’t shed blood you wouldn’t care for a crip
n*gga movin’ on, f*ck it, never look back
escapin’ from new york a trail of corpses
couple cowards from the bush flat
all b*ttons, i push that
don’t worry ‘bout the black krown
i took that
the best in the brook since brook up in book bags
you serious?
[bridge]
when your heart is synched
when your love is lost
and you know the vibe
when you see defeat
when the war is lost
and you know inside (dead n*gga)
these lies deceive the beef
we fly the frequency
and you know the vibe
(vibe)
you know though… (i know)

- dyme a duzin lyrics

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