Magnification (feat. VLTRS)

Talking bout break a bitch Nothing but business shit Know what I'm talking bout spending it Know what I'm talking bout ten toes on shit Young chose on Talking bout you see Frozone, talking bout riding Frono, know what i'm sayin' coming Thru, like draino Talking bout right mind, like the right time, like right sign, like the right mine Let 'em know who it is Man you know who it is Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Yea the green it come and go but we more about the growth Neva Realest shit I ever wrote Pennywise why i's afloat Along with dope until I croak Neva captain of this boat So many took it as a joke But they getting left just like stroke Roll up cess, lemme smoke They trying to get on my right side Heard that he rhyme tight want a spot in the limelight Got open hands Plenty say that I'm they man, now why lie I'm like how when i'm still whipping sedan, Nissan Versa on the the verge of Nevaland Crazy when I think how fans Show up and show out, oscillating hands Grown up not grow down, my one demand Said the man in the mirror I know it's a marathon but the finish line is nearer Lord Beerus, destroying beats until they hear us Ground level, never settle, push the pedal it's only hear up Cheer up, cause it'll be a lot of nopes When the clouds clear up young nigga think about the growth Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Yea the green it come and go but we more about the growth I'm at my final standpoint stand tall with tunnel vision So I, proceed to roll up my joint and funnel wisdom To these, blind eyed ears speaking solely to my peers Face the fear and leading the reason i'm here So follow, receive my judgement on the daily from the high and mighty Perceive my struggling as something that won't be taken lightly Fog clouds the eyes, scared to sightsee Speaking of sights let's look outside see who's fighting, it's everybody Now uh Neva knew a way to cope without smoking that dope Now Neva teach me before I croak, losing hope I keep forgetting what i'm doing I'm lost inside the music But the music is polluted not proactive for the movement Sick and tired of fucking users, smaller ink, oh hearing muses When the viewers, the foolish tend to dwell on the amusement Hear the truth from my two lips The game is full of users The fame is like a needle to the heroine abuser F*ck Don't get confused with the Buddha weed spliff Probably smoking like your favorite rapper Create a backwoods in the backwoods, make a break and meet the labels after I'm in a different chapter Walking thru this rain now They hard to entertain now Without some fucking gimmick Spit a written Without living I mean nigga Who you kidding Real addiction, real conviction, lead me places you don't go Learned me lessons I don't show and gave me knowledge I don't know All this pain within my soul I wouldn't wish dead on all my foes Slowly healing, so appealing move the masses as I go From the mattress as the floor, to the master up the road He whipping up hoopties chasing gold My vices feel like yo's Who know the prices of a pole but not a fucking home I'm tryna cope Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Neva knew a way to cope That wasn't ashing, smoking dope Send a prayer just like the pope I know they thought that we would choke But, bitch we got the game by the throat Step to my side, suicide might as well grab the rope Yea the green it come and go but we more about the growth