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I been rather reflective In my reflection Tryna keep my balance Every step ain't so selective You so disconnected Infectious Kings Disease Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective I been rather reflective In my reflection Tryna keep my balance Every step ain't so selective You so disconnected Infectious Kings Disease Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective Im next in line, the hustle grand in my bloodline You bless the food when you highly favored by the most high Jus seein all the angles; so I ain't worried bout no cosine An still don't pick a fence while yal pick sides Jus searchin for a new sign Don't be such a nuisance Won't fold like no futon One for all wit the Groupon Pull up fashionably truant Shinin lika nuance I got it out the mud You silver spoon fed niggas Couldn't sit round the table When it's crunch time So nigga in the meantime I'm cooking; serving soul food Bet shit gets deeper than what These surface dwellers used to No show & tell I bleed the proof Me & my shorty Took some time for space Tryna grow we gotta make some room Holyfield wit the home troops Mama raised a cold soldier Tryna shoulder a cold world An end up wit a cold shoulder Do right by my people So I ain't waiting on no type of closure An if I had to watch the throne Tell'em that they reign is over I said tell'em that they reign is over I been rather reflective In my reflection Tryna keep my balance Every step ain't so selective You so disconnected Infectious Kings Disease Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective I been rather reflective In my reflection Tryna keep my balance Every step ain't so selective You so disconnected Infectious Kings Disease Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective How you royal wit no loyalty?? Been a slum dog but you Speak to me like I'm noblesse Smoking something potent Got me focused for a niggas needs My honor don't align wit greed Jus spread the wealth watch what it brings The fam you can't forget to feed Wouldn't get it if you ain't come from it If I ain't learned my lessons Not enough fingers on my hands To finally count a niggas blessings When I'm down on my last bet Id stretch it while you stressing Get back whatever I'm give So nothing ain't worth regretting
Writer(s): Steveno Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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