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source - e$p nique lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t hard though, it sound vintage

yeah
get money

listen

[verse]
ay
e*s*p, n*i*q*u*e no underscore
follow me, you want the truth? it ain’t no other source
if it’s what, early 2000s, i front cover source
i heard n*ggas clout chasing, they going overboard
the sickest n*ggas in the game don’t really get awards
6ix9ine got extorted, hit the billboards
they gave a snitch 10 mill, a price i’ll k!ll for
compared to that most the real rappers still broke
(sh*t) i can’t take this sh*t
gang member since a jit and n*ggas fake this sh*t
claim my set and you ain’t this i bet your face get split
real g’s move in silence till we spray your sh*t
on god, n*ggas fraud
i been silent from the start
n*ggas going out bad trying to turn into a star
from the e*way
not the ea
i’m still a east side n*gga, that’s a cliché
went from selling n*ggas kush all through the weekday
to jugging n*ggas with fake items on the ebay
i don’t f*ck with bank fraud, that ain’t how nique play
but i got a plug for ya on that piece, ay
when that time getting cold keep that heat, ay
i’ll rather die strong than live weak, ay
play the curb if you ain’t ready for the street, ay
n*ggas hating, i ain’t even at my peak, ay
sh*t, trying to knock me off my focus, i get it
these n*ggas wanna see you lose when you winning
i never obey rules, never tried to fit in
b*tch it ain’t the way you start, it’s how you finish
my mama said “do yo thing, but keep that toddler fed”
never acted like no duck but i need all the bread
if you disrespect my blue we’ll leave your collar red
if you don’t like the way i groove then you can call the feds
i do this sh*t for all them summers we ain’t make no moves
do this sh*t for all my folks that ain’t think i lose
until my soul get out the country i ain’t pay my dues
make a way since them motherf*ckers say no room
‘nother rapper from the south but they ain’t made like this
real one from the womb, i’ma stay like this
got something for a n*gga tryna take my sh*t
make a n*gga never wish he chased the fame like this
fake friend round the kid not notice
but i’m steady acting like i don’t know it
the sh*t dead, gon’ and send the n*gga roses
keep a ounce and a pistol fully loaded
the sh*t be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
the sh*t be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
the sh*t be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
ay f*ck them n*ggas, hm, get money
get money

that’s it right there

- ep nique lyrics

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