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40-16 Building

 

40-16 Building

(Album: Magic - 2021)


That '70s heroin
Heroin pressed on
Teflon

I got so many kids in the game, it's like a gender revealing
I got that feeling, Lionel Richie Dancing on the Ceiling
Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain
The hate is real, but you should know that the love is way realer
Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in
Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate
A brand new book, crackling sound when you open, I'm writing gems
I make gospel in the booth, it might sound like I'm writing hymns
Put designer with the Timbs, wow
They wanna run with my style
40-16 building, bussing 'em down
And the fiends was like employees bringing customers 'round
Hurricane waters, niggas had dreams of flooding the town
Weather report looking rainy, but I skate through it daily
In a new gray Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys
Some sizzling, scorching, handsomely how they gotta pay me
Every recording off the head, I'm in the studio lately

I don't bang, but I'm making that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip

Take my quotes
I'm here to give hope
Start a company from one of my phrases
We in the age of letting dumb shit kill ya kingdom
Body bags for no reason
Young shit, blunts lit, slurring off of the Seagram's
Hell with it, creep through the shadows
Eyes wide open, Thai still smoking
Brake screeching, he's tweaking
He see himself way different than we see him
He speak as if these mean streets was only his region
Shit, everybody's squeezing
Niggas know what I came in this game with
I'm not a entertainer, that's just a disclaimer
For what I'm 'bout to say
Famous people saying they hate being famous
Millionaires hate it
People take just to feel like they made it
Whoever claim that you changed 'cause that money came
They'd do the same if they saw their name on a hundred thangs
Pardon the haters, it's my billi behavior
If they don't say I'm the G.O.A.T., that's just silly behavior

It's the ones you grew up with
That's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love
Ain't that some shit?
Twenty trucks at the awards, we be moving so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately

It's the ones you grew up with
That's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love
Ain't that some shit?
Twenty trucks at the awards, we be moving so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately

I don't bang, but I'm making that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip

I'm outta here
I told niggas I was in rare from on the last album
I ain't playing out here
It's not a game
Woo

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