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open letter - moula 1st lyrics

chill out what? you can’t cool me
unlimited clips forever shooting a movie
don’t know how to fix a thing but keep a toolie
always with a dime, but this shirt cost a toonie
still on two three, i already have my strips so you can’t boost me
and i ain’t gotta call n*ggas i stay on duty
y’all thinking it’s a game until you see yours truly
dear canada, 20 vid’s last year and still got stamina, without a f*cking manager
no label budgets, all of my own money
no toronto artist can face me, i run the country
i done turned ak’s twitch to raw
talking all that smack i heard you down with the law
loose talks only get you tight with allah
turn your ass over get you flipped with your boss
my bars is like i died on the cross
wipe your nose, trust you ain’t cut from my cloth
catch up n*gga, but don’t copy my sauce
it’s blasphemy to say that the great moula fell off
they caught my n*gga by the border
but that ain’t gon’ stop us we got sh*t still in order
bullet in your scalp then head back to the quarters
like ain’t nothing changed tell n*ggas to run the corners
i stay with it the way i spit it, you know i live it
you see it vivid, my rap’s prison the glizzy switching
out here in field i’m not cotton picking
you’s a b*tch, that’s why you gonna end up missing
ain’t no competition, suffer everyday from real n*gga conditions
four hood whip be my stripes it’s so sufficient
how can you compare to me you never ran a mission
i’m gon’ learn today, huh, where the h*ll have you’ve been
toronto’s under new management
the new role model you ain’t black balling sh*t

- moula 1st lyrics

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