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Tekst piosenki

[Intro]

Activate, activate, activate, activate

Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate

Activate, activate, activate, activate

Activate, activate

(Whoa Kenny!)


[Verse 1]

Activation, activation

Maturation, process, rap game too saturated

Grab your lady, masturbation on her face

A acne patient acting patient, so complacent

Comfortable, a basic bowl of shit

Hold my own, I own my dick

Go shaloma unpredictable

And roll with the clique and fold with big clips

Ya'll know I feel activated when I came in this bitch

Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shit

I was a bad little never had, nigga get the bag

Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am

Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam

Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb'

And the label come off fam with the ram

Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam

Start scheming boy, you die where you stand


[Beat Switch]


[Interlude: Jamaican DJ]

Now hear dis! You likkle spit and chew out soundbwoy

You mussi think you can go buy experience a Woolworth!

You mussi think a so King Selassie I get him crown!

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no way!

You got to work hard for it!


[Verse 2]

Look, Okay

This the type of shit that have niggas in beef

Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep

Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week

Big dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleas

I got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short

I know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this part

When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all

'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this bar

In my city, who's with me? I'm in my own lane, Jack

Nigga said, "J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap"

I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter

But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise

Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it

Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge

My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face

Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case

Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way

We from the East, but never gave niggas a reason

To try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbet

Or eating your face, squeeze the heat, then leaving your place

I've been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your case

I've been yelling and throwing fits, I'm tired of screaming all day

I've been fighting these fucking demons all day

Man, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather

Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it

Blow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heated

Niggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been through

So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh


[Chorus]

I heard niggas looking for a problem

But we don't need to move until the rent due

My niggas hands itching, finna rob something

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)

Better pray to God


[Verse 3]

Look, okay

Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it

Lift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayer

Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place

My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada

More than a motivator for me to get off my anus

And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus

Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush

Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past

Dimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen grip

Ripping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin

Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than

I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle

Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring

I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now

On the honeymoon, getting naked now

On a money pile, doing doggystyle

I'm a father now, and you are my child

Or you aren't my child, I'm on "Maury" now

And I'm talking loud, the results are found

You are not the - wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy pound

We divorcing now

I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the houses

You broke my heart, I'm re-organizing

Really trying to be mature about it

But I got a killer like a fucking dealer

Dream-villain, spill-villain rhyme to the ceiling

Would I should I kill a rapper 'cause I coulda

Duh nigga, this a gun and a bullet


[Chorus]

I heard niggas looking for a problem

But we don't even move till' the rent due

My niggas hands itching, finna rob something

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you


[Outro]

Not that I need it

This nigga cap as fuck man

Ain't not cap in my rap

This super tap in your rap, boy

Where y'all niggas from for real?

Where y'all from?

Naw

Ohhh 

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