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Fresh baked Freshgoods
Fresh up out these boxes
Nigga mad at me how I'm making these deposits
Never been a Maryland, Terrapin
Laron Profit
But I move like a Terrapin after Profits
Ben Simmons at the line the half the time you won't my points
Looking through my Raybans my visions on pin point
Accurate, actually reality has set in
Real and fake goes together like they next of kin
Who I am to differ
See the picture much bigger
Like, why fabricate my life just to be that nigga
I'd rather be known as a nigga who didn't make it
Instead of the nigga had to mutha fucking fake it
Why play chess when you don't have pawns
That's like saying your a boss who's short at arms
Get it, that's short at arms
So how in the fuck you think you about to cause me some harm
I'm that crawfish in the mud, not raised on a farm
The hawk in the sky that seen snakes in the lawn
You pussies can play with me, I ain't a ball of yarn
Your mama'll be singing spirituals in the morn
Your pastor reading scriptures from the book of Psalms
You ever seen the hurricane, the night before the storm
Well that's, me Lil nigga see I am that calm
I'm Michael Jackson in the Wiz I defy all Oz
Feet down, walking light, pacing ova pavement
Pursuing my dreams now I'm searching for them payments
Engagements in convos, word like Bondo
Putting people in the right places Rondo
Seen this game for what it's muh fucking worth now
So I get flagrant and technical with my first foul
Fresh pair of V threes, lungs full of exotic trees
Making it do, what it do by any means
See I got two nines, but I call em thirty threes
Butler and Leary Law Firm nigga yea indeed
You would need to know my history to that recipe
For instance like my Easton days back on Canal St
White and gray uniform, Fight'n Eagle mascot
Girls with high skirts some of em got they ass out
Took a trip down memory lane that shit was so insane