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my team - internal rhyme lyrics

[intro: internal rhyme]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
spirit high and my eyes low, think fast and i drive slow
from illadel to chicago, i keep an entourage wherever i go
shine more and i grind more, i’ma rage on like rondo
all you boys remind me of curtis jackson, what i really mean is you 5-0

{verse 1: internal rhyme]
let’s get it
b-mping out to my own sh-t, swagger jackin’ my own style
knew i was a weapon from the age of eleven ever since the first 16 i wrote down
my cl-ssmates used to point and laugh, now they let me know how they’re so proud
used to say i had sheepish dreams, funny how they’re calling me the goat now
when i was broken down, y’all was nowhere found, can’t forget that sh-t
look back with a phony smile, cause i’m on so now, you finesse that sh-t
got a brother like holy cow, got a loud of doubt, if you meant that
better get back, cause i’ll dead snap you can bet that, wouldn’t test that sh-t
okay, i’m next to blow, i’m next to bust, heard that you herbs need steppin’ up
your shorty told me she upset because she ain’t never coming like the septa bus
i’m a lot more calm than the rest of us, so i don’t know why you thought to mess with us
maybe vendetta, maybe just because, every squad in the scene doing less than us

[hook: internal rhyme & kwite bleak]
you cannot f-ck with my team
we live and die by that cream
ten deep, we slide on that scene
i’m ballin’, f-ck is my ring?
you cannot f-ck with my team (x4)
(x2)

[verse 2: kwite bleak]
you can’t f-ck with my team, work flip like simone biles on that beam
i’m just tryna live my dreams, all i know is cream, why they hate on me?
get off your -ss and just work, bad boy with the gas, probably {?]
how that sound, underground or commercial, dunkin’ on ’em, double clutch reversal
all this kush, i think i can fly, brain so crazy, think she raised my iq
k!lling dads, take ’em from their kids, so sick of pigs, think i got the swine flu
n-ggas shootin’, missin’, hittin’ kids, gettin’ money, stray away from negatives
break away like pegasus, get my money long, murder sentences
yeah, yeah, wreckin’ beats, i feel like goku, spirit bombing all these hoes too
i hit one, she bound to come back again (why?) i throw this d-ck like it’s javelin
kush gave me stamina, never been average, rather see me check, ‘for they see me flex
backwoods i’m higher than jets, you cannot cause ’em no stress
back from my hiatus, ha-ha-ha-ha haters
all we do is hustle, why they tryna play us?
[?] was touchin’, had to get my weight up, no more hunger games, the odds is in my favor
probably ridin’ dirty, gotta re-up, bad spanish mami looking like mila
commas on commas my mission, for the money slide on ’em like i’m driftin’

[outro]
when i needed pampers, ran in cribs with hammers, county boy but live by lesser standards
every christmas, i ain’t have no wish list, i was cool with socks and pajamas
this history in the making, ballin’ on ’em, they try foul me fragrent
why the hate so blatant? cause i came for payment, not to make acquaintance
og kush, california flavors, oakland b-tches, californication
jumped in the mix ’cause i got tired of waitin’, heavy wait and i guess this a weigh-in
i don’t go to la fitness, ’cause this glock in great condition
ballin’ on ’em like the finals, why y’all lookin’ like a scrimmage?

- internal rhyme lyrics

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