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munera - the 331 lyrics

[verse 1: lq]
(yeah, woah)
apostle but f*ck twelve
kickin’ through sh*t like i got me a black belt
bar is set high
but lq is gonna excel
critic’s in ears, i gotta repel
sentenced to h*ll
she lay on my lap
givin’ me top like a dell
my chopper gon’ sing like adele
spinnin’ the block, propel
put me in rings
i’m a lord and i’m hearing a bell
‘cause i’m in my bag like i’m frodo
b*tches be asking for photos
foes meet the ‘fo*‘fo
i’m off a bean like it’s coco
and shoutout to allen
show every night
been ready for lights, camera, action
no, i’m not talkin’ ‘bout fallon
pull out the pump
and b*tch i’m not talking ‘bout gas by the gallon, yuh

[verse 2: fry]
f*ck your b*tch then i’m runnin’ sh*t
divin’ off stage, dodgin’ hunnid clips
them raps ass, got dat number one hit
but ain’t the reason you got fans on your d*ck
settle your ego, ain’t got relevancy
you f*cked in the brain, got pounds of ketamine
i mean ain’t to judge
i took a dive in the flood
so the b*tches textin’ me
they ain’t a friend to me, huh
what you talkin’ about?
these b*tches mad fry just weathered the drought
dishin’ classics, best be feelin’ me now
if you ain’t, get the drac
how they slimin’ me out
still the hardest motherf*ckers around
we sn*tching your chain, we get down like the south
i ain’t stack bands yet pack crowds
we purge the city
get violent when the sun down
[verse 3: j three]
i cannot pretend to defend the motherf*ckers that i am better than
i am the veteran
check the big picture, the scripture or evidence
in jpeg form to convert what was heaven sent
i am the man of the people
my hand on my heater
i stand on my words
you can’t stand in my sneakers
the battle of bands, we gon’ jam up your speakers
my strap make you plead
i call it people pleaser
need a ramona like ewan mcgregor, i said it
hip*hop diploma
i keep it on deck if they question
don’t test my obsession
i love this sh*t
i been nomadic
bars been traveling
study illmatic
same time i’m studying scott like travis
and cudi i’m someone to watch
pilgrimage really is something unmatched
f*ck with me put you on wax get you waxed
if you wack, you get whacked
over beats over tracks
if it’s trap, boom bap or something like that
wanna spark get the match
wanna start sh*t i’m active, yuh
your parents they wishing that they never had you
deplorable, you an embarrassment rappin’
i’ll starch you
corny motherf*ckers reactive
motherf*ck the king, put a beam to his cabbage

- the 331 lyrics

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