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Bless The Booth Freestyle
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REASON
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Yeah, yeah Soul Look, it's black excellence, rap specialist Special teams I made a living kickin' sh*t figure that Remember rappin' on corners n***a that feelin' back Facts n***a, let's take it back n***a hustle like Nip But ain't nothin' like you rap n***as, more Nipsey 'Cause if they f**k with my hustle I slap n***as f**kin' TMZ watch n***a TDE poppin' This is soul n***a, shoutout to Solo, Del Amo up Wait, that's where I started with it young black Retarded spitter but the smartest n***a, so smart Highly regarded as the one to be found So smart, when I get brain feel like it's dumbin' mе down New Beginnings out, n***as be bumpin thе songs I'm El Chapo, n***a, I wasn't underground long Support now and not later Went from underground to fader so If you ain't here now then you ain't comin' along, that's real Look my music bumpin more than the road test No competition, sh*t I compete with my own self Losin' all our kings, startin' to feel like the throne left Vision misplaced it, remember these statements Everybody sound alike, so the vision I tainted Same flow, same flow we call that Clippers and Lakers From a block where n***as pop and kids' inners get stapled sh*t Unstable mind and I just let my soul out, soul out It's the Reason you made it, but sold out nah Everything nice 'round here this real bounce I built this sh*t up, n***a I took the mole route That's ironic I molded, and now I'm touchin' old bread Respect from the youth to the old head It's all gas just keepin' the stove spared Look I ain't that n***a 'till Hov say it, or Wayne say it, or Dot say it My block waited for a chance for me to get on Tell Candice Harris I got a face that she could sit on That's just the n***a in me I mean everything I say that's why I rap so clearly All gas so whoever I go at must fear me I'm respected by the young kings and the young fathers Instrumentals Missouri n***a done dada Reason cooler than brushed shoulders and pop collars Walkin' home seen liquor stores and rockweilers South central grew up on a hard block Where they called homies, they ain't call cops Disrespect treat the police like mall cops Kickin' downs doors, this the school of the hard knocks I ain't gon' lie, I was feelin' like a small guy Moved to Del Amo, grew a little more wise See the game from a different angle like a tall guy Need the bacon wrapped in rubber bands that's a hogtie Turned into a big potato from a small fry Hustle for the fam like if I don't make it we all die When I was broke, hoes puttin' up road blocks Now I ball with tricks, feelin' like I globetrot My auntie made a livin' off cookin' on stove tops And now her nephew make a livin' cookin' up cold plots All my memories I gave it to the streets to feel it sh*t, streets feel it cause the streets is in it Soul Del Amo
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