League Of My Own (The Intro)

(album: League Of My Own II - 2017)

Yo, Jahmaal, wagwan? What's going on? Dad
I'm just here right now to give you some positive inspiration, okay?
So, I'm praying on a level for you and your team
Ermm, to push forward, you know?
There's all kind of negativity going on in the world right now
So let me give you some positive vibration on a spiritual level
Just put on your spiritual armour
Uh, there's a passage in The Bible that I like
Because it talks about spiritual wickedness in high places
But when you got on the full armour of God
Nobody can do anything to you
So just keep going and pray
Because who God bless, no man can curse
You're in a league of your own, son

Yeah (Dready)
League of My Own II

Yeah, hop on tracks and just spin them
Smash awards or just win them
The Lord put the powers in them
Go on then, trust your gut, do your ting then
I'm on family and business
Fuckboy, you ain't fam, mind your business
This one's out to those who lost interest
Payback ain't enough, I want interest
So bun A.M. or P.M., it's CM
Where them devils gone? I can't see 'em
I'm one hell of a spiritual being
With my eyes closed, see you preeing
You see a track, to me that's MCing
But MOBO just got a key in
I been booking flights, need to book a VO
Cuh I miss my brudda, need to see him
It's some baby boy cradle, dawg
Cash Motto, we stable, dawg
I got a buff ting licking my balls
I ain't licking no label's arse
I'm in west with Hollow and Clark
I'm on a success journey, dawg
Lines crossed when you go too far
Try and holla back, it's a par
Cooking that hocus pocus again
Went off track, gotta focus again
Ounce just landed, I'm rolling again
Dropped that chick, now I'm zoning again
Twelve years man been studying me
Nah, just-come youts not studying them
School of grime, you wasn't there
Me, I'm class, study again, mm
Lighting up this jetpack
Other side of bare setbacks
Talk on the level that my intellect's at
Dumb youts coming at me, I expect that
Might not tek that errupt ting if I let that
Kick my finger, you'll get that burst (boom)
Sticks and stones will bruk up bones
When my words fly, they hurt
'Nough of these youts just talk loads about roadman
You bred award shows (dead)
Fucking with' dem man, you fucking with' dem man?
You fucking with' dem man? You all hoes ('llow it)
Wait, demanem don't like me
All of a sudden, they all bros?
Fuck it, man, that's how the game goes ('llow it)
I knew his circle, he changed, woes
Evil climate, dawg (mad)
I sit with my Buddha heads, light a candle
Then write some violent bars
Grind it, bill it, and spark
I may take time on the album same way
Make a bomb and drop it on the same day
If any fucking spitter thinks I'm playing games
You could check my history, I ain't saying names (brrah)
Smoke weed till my eye, dem bleed (red)
Can't bury me, I'm a seed (never)
Man are blossoming, how ya mean? (Ya vexed, ya vexed)
When you see the paw looking clean (gang)
And I threw out four, that's a team (squad)
It's Cash Motto, how ya mean? (Soft)
Ten years since League of My Own
Core fans still feeling the flow
Are you feeling me though? (Huh?)
Yes or no? Still doing me, wah blow (trust)
Planet of the Apes in my hood so I move like a monkey
I know when to hold on and when to let go (yeah)
When to be seen and when to be ghost
I am not on keeping enemies close
Cuh my dawgs, dem 'round me only (rah)
And we're like "Bun dem man, they phoney" (rah)
Haven't known man longer than I knew man for
So I don't why they think they know me (why?)
When I let go, scotch bonnet only (rah)
Already proved that I'll be in my own league (yeah)
'Llow me, I'm back in my zone, dawg (zone)
Just tryna outdo my own bars (ayo)
Man might hear this and think that I'm chatting 'bout dem (rah)
But nah, I'm not chatting 'bout you (rah)
So how about you focus on you and stop preeing my ting? (Rah)
Cuh I don't wanna pop off on you (rah)
In front of your followers, boom
When I'm live in the booth, give up who's following you
Cuh the lies get boring, true
Got shanking bars, right now man are boring, true (yeah)
Stitch up the beat when I leave the booth (mad)
Kill a MC, that ain't shit to do (nuttin')
Cut a gyal off, you ain't shit to me (nah)
Come of my line, I got shit to do (tsk)
Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move
So no more spitting like I ain't got shit to lose
Them MCs with shit to prove (done)
I'm a lyrical prof (God sent)
I might diss myself in a minute
And see if I take off like my lyrical opps (why not?)
How many lyrics do you got? Who's a lyrical boss? (Huh?)
Burn that bridge, can you mend it?
New year's resolution: no sending
Fuckboys will never see my ending
League of My Own II, album pending

Yeah (Dready)