Correction Lyrics 2 Minute Bars by MAVI

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Yo, as far as I can see, it's already made
Petty change get saved that I could p*ss off in a day
Tip off in your face, and you in half court, looking phased
I'ma take that, a place where I can lay back
Getting misa**igned, I'm a sign, two can play that
You need it for the time being, see it like a vapor
Me, I need the generation meaning from the paper
Meetings for the paper, see the evil in its flagrance
Please make it make sense
Seated in the basement
Rappin on my mountains, if I peaked, you wouldn't say sh*t
Took it with a grain of salt, the pillar wouldn't change it
Pulling with the strength of God until I couldn't face it
Potent from the pages I was writing
Movin, shaking out of sight and n***as stay mad
I could never stay bad
Push a n***a's fade back
Cookie couldn't crumble, it was done before we ate it
Rookie n***as fumble, number one, you n***as hate it

What else they gotta do, bro?
They hands is full, no cap

Man, I can't be my brother's influence
The school, he bad at rules, he packing pills instead of pencils
The sh*t I been through
A willing cinch I slit my wrist through
Man, Willie Lynch, I'm in my whip proof
Kiddies spittle literature, lit as strike against flint
The kiss is spliff digging the skin from my grin
Up all the stripes that I'm getting, tiger my twin
Catch 'em by the toe and tie a tag around like you sizin' up flips
Tighten up, boy, the t**ans is here
Size of his tusks are for striking 'em fear
So lighten up, he smell your fright in the air
I got a plate full, bae got her mouth full
Gave her a mouthful
Keep a weight on my tongue if it ain't flailing about truth
So why you painting your torso? them statements not about you
You talking about April is over, we finna let the Nile loose
On the ticket, the crowd move, unconditional bound too
The whole October drown through, "no roses" on SoundCloud proof
Tossing part as far as I can see? It's already me and sh*t
I lurch through minor leaguers, spurned at only 17 years
You thinking pieces a zenith
The rock, the pot, a full revolution and we ain't sleep yet
Grapple with my shadow, sun creep, the wrinkles increases
Man, ready to box, feet heavy, ring shrinking
Got comfy under the ultraviolet
The sun-bleached kid wonder
Blood beating from under the plumage
Mister Number One kid
F**k you n***as talkin' 'bout, bro?
Yeah

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