Business Merger

Original

Yeah.

Out.

HB.

West Coast.

Yeah.

Eyes closed and my heart open.

Just to get this off my chest, it left my heart broken. Seeing how goofy's will move for the green.

Saying we on the same team, but what do that mean? Why build a bridge just to watch niggas set it ablaze?

Don't get me heated, ain't no way to control the inferno.

Feel the spirit of Prodigy, I been keeping it thorough. I'd rather do it by my lonely than fake with the pack.

And if you can't stay down, then stay where you at. I feel like we the new standard.

I'm going over the matters.

From information I gathered, I'm finding the answers. I been reading over the chapters.

They doctoring up the numbers, forging all of they data.

My godly values speak at high volumes without ever having to be the loudest in the room. I move like a commander in the military.

You ain't even qualified, get past the preliminaries.

Separate award winners- -True. -From award presenters.

-Uh.

-I seen some evil done, I'm still shaking off the jitters.

I'm coming with the thunder, yeah, I'm going Thor with the hammer. Was counting six, seven, eights before I lived in Atlanta.

It's my heart that make me different, this link is apocalyptic.

Me and Out moving purer than niggas in our division.

I'm tired of acting like this shit ain't watered down for real. Fucking nine to five if you can't relate to this type of feel, nah.

Gave you boys a break, now y'all gotta deal with me.

I try to give 'em the game, they ain't keep it real with me.

I had homies that was supposed to come up and get rich with me.

I had some shorties that was supposed to stay down and have kids with me.

Long story, it's a lot. Now my circle so small that it's closer to a dot.

They thought I was repping Grape Street, I'm turning up the Watts while I'm beating up -the pots, ayy. -Right now I'm speaking with my chest out.

Smoke to prevent from getting stressed out. The Lamborghini got the breast out.

-Nasty bitch.

-I'm working with a different type of textile. Everything Simple Janet in the Protectile.

-You know, you know. -I'm not a vegan, I'm a reptile.

-Me.

-My appetite for destruction is very -trifling, no cyphering. -I don't do that.

Don't go to clubs if I can't sneak a rifle in.

-Uh.

-Got paper in circulation, we keep it -cycling. -Spend it.

We don't do collaboration, it's a business merger.

Cut a pie, split a burger, and make it stretch like a fitness worker. I'm on my shit for certain.

On stage checking the mic behind a custom Dr. Romanelli curtain.

-One, two, one, two.

-I give you extra cuts like a deluxe version. Couple stripes, when I'm finished you'll need a cut surgeon.

Hits drummin', got the truck swerving.

Meetings with a tucked shirt and you can never put enough -work in. -Nope.

I put a couple hundred K hours in, days without showering.

-No vase to put a flower in. -Nope.

No paper to put the sour in. Still no way I'ma throw the towel in.

Me and HB standing five-seven and still looking down on bums and towering.

You never heard it like this.

Back to back.

Beat for beat, ayy.

Bring it back. I gave you boys a break, now y'all gotta deal with me.

I try to give 'em the game, they ain't keep it real with me.

I had homies that was supposed to come up and get rich with me.

I had some shorties that was supposed to stay down and have kids with me.

Long story, it's a lot. Now my circle so small that it's closer to a dot.

They thought I was repping Grape Street, I'm turning up the Watts, nigga, beating up the pots, yeah.