welcome - s.r.g.m.d.e lyrics
welcome to the mind of s.r.g.m.d.e
where the feet might lead might leave some grief. its indeed likely. its a robbery. but the song you keep. its the mic i want. its the light i want. not alike anyone. do i make my point. i anoint this beat with the voice i leave. with a hold ill squeeze; impede in deed. im free. woah. i love it opponents have never looked so cold. let heat rise. id never stoop that low. never me as a piece only me as a whole. with a mind like im old, senile in a cult. in the lead i’m the pulp. everything is so close. if life was a game, ima beat you in the post. i just wanna be the king of everything. ill pull that rope, elevate with a pulley. if i’m destined to lead no one over looks me. some get woozy hearin these lines, cause it means their time is up. this beats so prime and i know so am i. allow sp*ce im bound to erupt. everything said, this is known. this is final. everyone claps. no one wants to be a rival. the kingdoms come. im a prince, im entitled. i do my best. best believe its going viral. treat you like a child, you step up to me. i might catch you swing and request take a knee. im a catch 22. you can’t catch s.r.g.. be obsessed with the crew, all my moves to the t. can’t full me. youre to fake. im acid, and your two face. get me mad. see red like kool aid. hear the tune not chill. its to late. born again; by locke i’m a clean state (tabula rasa). i’m a sous chef to the kings plate, and those shors fit so ima take the place and let time tick til*. welcome to the mind of s.r.g.m.d.e im a boundary, im a gallery, whats meant to be. invest in my stock like jack and the bean. ive been this way. probably gnarly. why be sorry cause theyve been salty. boy i’m cookin. add some parsley. this my jungle, my safari. welcome to the mind of s.r.g.m.d e where the feet might lead might leave some grief. its indeed likely. its a robbery. but the song you keep. its the mic i want. its the light i want. not alike anyone. do i make my point. i annoint this beat with the voice i leave. with a hold ill squeeze; impede indeed
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