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Anthony McGlone
Anthony McGlone
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Anthony Goodwin
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7spellz
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Lyrics

This some old, J-Dilla, iller, type killer beat I got to go in my bag for this one, ok (A Spellz you made that beat) I use to be inspired when I got hired, my entire vibe was to be fresh Now retirement for my kids, before I retire is what I admire I'm tired of stepping in the B.S. (Yes sir) I feel it in my toes like sand at the Beach fest (Honest) Belligerent boss I barley let the beat rest I bury all who violate the home that my feet rest Got some homies who be smoking They be in cess (They do) Like siblings who intermarry (Ew) Wu said get the cream so my dream is just to get to Ben and Jerrys Either cake from real estate, stocks, or street blocks that can carry A business or two Or, matching words that I get from dictionaries You know how my sentences do I never plan to fail but if I do Ant can withstand the L Recalibrate the technique sit back and inhale the L (Pass that) Pray to Emanuel God help me fight like Kano I'm more Jamie Fox in Django not Samuel L (Never that) Is this a classic, (Let's see) the clock hand will tell Me being average (What) I don't handle well (I don't) So I spit every waking tick tock This is Hip Hop So clap for me like your heal touch the flip flop I'm grown I drove passed this apartment I'm a get that one day Buy the whole building give some rooms to my hombres You is lazy all week yelling rest on Sunday That's not how it work Poor congregations and rich pastors naw black that's not how you church I'm grown Do the work, get a beat, get it murked, get the skirt when I'm home A yo my Earth know I'm grown A non-compliant hostage I shoot back I call my Glock 21 the black moccasin (She bite) I live with the spirit of Madison Washington yeah I shoot back Long as my trigger finger works and my lungs pack oxygen (Honest) We're not marching we offer you caution We offer you coffins If you proceed we'll pick apart all your offense Then auction your coffin to the highest bidder Then sit it in shipping containers and send it to offshore offices (No customs) God forgive my part in this (Forgive me) I should set examples but that part I often miss I went to school became a man took exams for a check (Uh huh) Became the son of Sam for a hand to pay off the debt (Yep) I met this chick my first year in college to me she was my Holly Berry Thin but thick where it counted (It matters) Top produced a lot of dairy Bottom had a good cushion I kept pushing forward I was on it But on the contrary She tried to put me in the friend zone I said no girl I've been grown (I been grown) Plus I rock stages across this college campus I've been on (You ain't know) No new friends that's automatic like a Draco (That's honest) No new friends we started that before Drake though My man said if I sell these stems and seeds I'll make the pay roll (He said it) I got it off but felt like he was playing games though (I ain't like that) That was not my forte neither joining no frat (Nah) I became Chipotle mainly focused on wraps (Yeah) Skills brought his protege down from Richmond to Norfolk They were shocked I won the battle but to me that wasn't awkward (It wasn't) I knew I was Da vinci (Uh huh) And the canvas was the in MP (Okay) I just showed up with my art work that boy got rhymes for centuries And he's grown I drove passed this apartment I'm a get that one day Buy the whole building give some rooms to my hombres You is lazy all week yelling rest on Sunday That's not how it work Poor congregations and rich pastors naw black that's not how you church I'm grown Do the work, get a beat, get it murked, get the skirt when I'm home A yo my Earth know I'm grown
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