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Takes a village word son, ahahah Yeah That real enough to rep San Diego from NYC Bold enough to believe in the One no eye see I look to the sky, you look up to the IG I walk by Him to try and Get hooked up to the IV When you've been through the fire And tell me what's smoke? I been in touch with the Holy One and we just spoke Told me no weapon would ever Affect my brush strokes The picture ain't pretty Never been one to trust folks They think I don't know But I know the game and how it go How greedy hands can turn your Team into some co-stars this ain't a movie But they still trying to play my bro Well they should know if there's a problem Then it's both ours My brothers keeper, the slim chiefer, the Whole feature, the sole-reaper The never-gossip, no diva If it ain't popping Just know it's possibly no Jesus They hate the name, I see it man Know the reason They feelin' hurt, 'cause they heard me You ain't listen, you pervy You pervert everything you hear And twist it nerdy You say you with the team But you ashamed to wear the jersey In real life That pride got you out here looking dirty And wifey from the state, north west The state of Jersey She curvy and got me topsy-and Turvy, and call me poppy, he able No cane, no crutch or label trying to drop me Ownership 'til retirement Mi casa lookin' lofty I turn my back to the game And took the blame I was faulty Falling down, but he caught me Salt to the earth, you salty It still ain't seasoned, yo Jon Why'd you call me? It's light work man Okay, He made plans to be the greatest He elevated like taking candy These rappers suck like some Now or Later's Them rubber bullets couldn't penetrate us Who could fade us, get beef Or get pressed mashed potatoes I don't need a filter, no I say it all I got hella issues, I can't play it off He don't press no issues, He just play it all But I shoot, I won't miss you I don't play at all Get hit, just like the lottery You need some coddling I hear 'em hollering, but who could Body me, I think it's, you not game I'm trying to save your neck No you can never hang Never play with my name No cap, I'm hittin' full laps I think your flow wack Makes no sense, I think you stole that I can't condone that Bro man, I'm tryin' to hold back You really don't rap You know that, you gettin' no dap You need some gonads west side Prodigy, the master, like Halloween On your best night Can't coddle me, get cooked Up, like collard greens, i'm a wicked man God had to come and fix that Now I cannot sit back i got 'em all, Big Mac Now lemme show you where the village at, wooh