Album Cover 80 BARS NO FLEX

80 BARS NO FLEX

MajorHardcore

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Got to spit this shit now I can′t wait for flex

I'm in the back of the line but in my mind I′m next Since my chucks constructs fuck I put on a vest Grab my tools lost my screws but still drill in a sec

Gaining respect but niggahs talking under they breath Say less they just talking they self to death I'm just tryna two step my way to a new check Make a few bets on a cruise playing rouletteIs that to much to ask like justice for blacks I spit facts all crack studios my trap Imma lobster in a bucket of crabs

With sick fingerprints skills that nobody could match

No matter where I'm at I adapt to my environment My life is my business mess with it and I′m firing If niggahs put in work I could hire or retire them

Just know the shift is over when your ass hear them sirens

My mom born on Christmas guess rap a gift

Michael Jordan of this rap shit I just can′t miss My pops Jamaican that explains why I be blazing shit

And handing niggahs ales like they beg a spliff

I'm setting the bar astronauts head in the stars No more following lead I′m jacking the car For all these self proclaimed goats give me curry sauce

They sold a little dope now they Escobar

Heard you king but I still got birds to sling

Heard you king but I still got birds to sling

Work to bring a real champ got ta earn the ring My hands ain't clean playing with all this dirty green

Refuses to sell my soul just to hold some worldly things

Ready set go give them niggahs ahead start Every time you see me see I′m creamy like eggnog

Niggahs said they gonna see me when they see me they bet not I'll leave you niggahs stinky leaky like wet farts

I could make you say uncle you know how I come through

Creamy like fondue shining like the sun do

Your girl on my body and I don′t even want boo So please stay humble she's already run through

Godfather kiss the ring I could have your girl gargling like Listerine I could have your girl polishing like mister clean I'm what she means when she say she move on to bigger things Yah better pay homage before this twelve gage vomit

Then I really get on it and make you fold like egg om lets

Enough with the nonsense it time to be honest You standing in the presence of a king you little pond bitch

So call me majesty that′s just the way it has to be

I′m tired of all this acting gee don't make me draw my master piece

That′ll be a tragedy I'm already rapping heat

Just let me have my feast and yah could eat right after me

Listen I could close my eyes and still have my vision

Niggahs thinking that I′m pimping I'm just training pigeons Niggahs thinking that they free but they really isn′t Even on these cold streets I'm escaping prison

Think I'm a lunatic losing it like I′m talking foolishness

Look at bill Cosby they can that man like tuna fish A old ass man who wasn′t even doing shit

You think I supposed to feel free you must be ludicrous

You think I supposed to feel free you must be ludicrous

Got young men coming saying they learn the game from me Not knowing growing up I loss my main homie I believed in god but where's my man going All they can see was the fiends making it rain on me

And that′s what leads us to that gold fever Watching o gees cheese up then we want to be them

And to be them we got to beat them and to beat them Well may just cost us our freedom

Let's pretend not to see the elephant in the room

Let′s stay calm to the bomb in this song go boom

Just ignore the alarm and the smoke in your lungs I spit fire to you demons you don't need oxygen

Get them Major yeah I′m with the shits

Like a new born baby yah feeling this Got your nose wide open like some rubbing Vicks I know I'm the shit so like a dick dick yah piss

I come around with the bad this chicks with the fattest tits

These girls be getting mad and shit like they want or had this dick I grab her ass and pull her a little closer

That's when I catch they veins like a fiends shooting dope up

I don′t even brag dude ask the last dude I′m nutty like cashews I'm with the shit like bathrooms

Come to your Ave too and leave the shit like Ragu Won′t empty out the mag dude cause you ain't half as bad dude