Correction Paroles Line Stay Buzzin’ par Flee Lord

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I had to light this genre
That's why I asked you to bring it back
Huh
Okay, okay
Okay, okay

Started on the staircase, now we needing air space (Uh huh)
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be robbin' n***as bare face
Struggle after struggle, I bubble till I double (Till I double)
Recorded by the law, I'm on sh*t but I'm humble (humble)
Griselda gave me light, now I'm taking flight
Twelve drops, twelve months I ain't selling [?] the fight (Uh huh)
Kids eating, [?]
Ain't no cribs leaving
Gotta hold the conference call, if we need a big meeting
COVID tried to stop us, and [?] without would rot us
Send the stress in my direction and I'd go inside my pockets
Still blowin' on the baccy, all these hoes don't attract me
When that real bag drop, I'm a open up a factory
Fly neighbors, vibin', getting high (high) in the skyscraper
Sipping Pellegrino, with my n***as sellin' kilos
Some n***as got jobs, all different ghetto people
Eating red Icees
But I'm sitting in the sun, dippin' on the Feds icy
Lord switchin' different guns
Huh? Yeah
Servin' in the [?]
Lord switchin' different guns

My line stay buzzin' (The line stay buzzin')
Woah, the grind ain't nothin' (The grind ain't nothin')
You on the same album? (You on the same album?)
I just made a dozen (I just did twelve)
Work ethic legendary (Work ethic legendary)
First, never secondary (First, never secondary)
Leave your sh*t hangin' like a purse (*ringtone sounds*)
'Cause you talkin' like a secretary
Like a secretary

No swish, this a double handed dunk
Off the break, I been droppin' cla**ics month after month
Bar's been raised, my squad been paid
Left the streets for the beats and I dodged ten raids
Pardon the cigar, it's a garden in my yard
Blowin' chopper, one verse could take you farther than a car
My fragrance come from France bro, I'm savin' my advance
Got grand on my sleeves cuz I'm playin' by the plans
This is headphone murder, bet the feds don't serve us
All the hate's by mistake, but the bread's on purpose
Started in a Beamer, I'mma end up in a Bentley
They see me startin' to heat up now they tryna be friendly
I dominate the charts, I'm grindin' makin art
Y'all n***as all food, I'm jus tryna bait the sharks
Lord talk triple times, 4-4 nickel shine
Ain't nobody better dogg, we all poor in this grind

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