WHAT IT MEAN Lyrics

Niggas

Think they know what the most is

I can guarantee you that they wouldn't even be close ish

Couldn't walk a mile inside of my shoes cuz it won't fit

We ain't spendin time together if you not gon grow shit

No shit

Emcees D'zaire one of the dopest

Open

Verse will get surgical and I won't miss

New girl I know it got the shorty before pissed

Both hit

Got on my own and been in my zone sense

Don't fuck wit me or the family meet the closed fist

We could get this shit crackin brodie a glow stick

Don't stick yo nose where you knowin it don't fit

Focused on dough accumulation of motion

Potent with the pen inside of the writtens

Treat the shit just like a scrimmage you want it then come and get it

Seen a barrel hidden that was before I double digits

In a couple minutes I'll be discussin fuckin up Gunniess records

I don't speak on not bein it cuz I'm isn't ever

If you dreamin of bein big all you need is effort

I ain't have a mic but ain't need it me I was bein clever

Took the apple headphones record it then readjust the levels

Only reason that I still did the shit cuz I wasn't settled

I needed a place to relay the day niggas upped the metal

Dropped a hunnid records work day to day how I ducked the devil

Muthafuckas stay out yo way the reason I love the ghetto

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When I thought that I was gon find out what all this shit mean

Then I grew some facial hair had women screamin pick me

Then a few epiphanies

Then I said to hell wit all that shit and ditched it swiftly

Then the lord returned it back because the nigga picked me

Ever seen a murder heard a nigga turned to swiss cheese

On do not disturb it ain't a person who could hit ring

Movin even further not a weapon formed against me

Been G

O A T see me and they do the same thing

My lane brings others with it my main team

No taming the beast I brought to the mic

The beats in front of my face

The feast I'm on for the night

I peep what they giving clout

I see yall fall for the hype

You see what I'm dishing now

No need for salt on the side

This season I'm in a route

The vision all in my eyes

My mind has already left

My peace is gone then I write

No crying already wept

My thesis offered it twice

I always say what I mean

My pen is harder than nice

You want to get in with me

This shit all come with a price

Adjusting ain't doing none

I did that all of my life