2-7 Lyrics

You know sometimes I like to let the beat build

And sometimes I just gotta talk my shit

Why not do a little bit of both

Used to be the nice guy

Now I'm like fuck that

Used to love to write rhymes

Now I'm like fuck rap

100 times probably called it quits

Sick of all the politics

Fuck waiting on acknowledgment

Tuned out the bullshit, I can't follow it

Yeah, I couldn't believe

They went and switched on me

Man, I gave em all the key

And I paid em all they fees

But they still acting funny

Never left them hungry

I guess they think I let the ship sink

But au contraire, we still here

Got diggers on my line,

Yeah, texting all the time

It's funny how these dimes

Always need a dime

But, I ain't got the time

To spare

If you ain't fucking

Beware

You are getting curved

My dear

Captain save-a-you is not here

But they like that

Ignant shit, so I write that

You got the right to take offense

Got the game by a vice like Michael Pence

You ain't even in mi clasa, you a bastard

I'm a master

This is how you talk when fear ain't a factor

2-6 divorced the bullshit

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