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McKinley Dixon; Teller Bank$
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Generational snapping
You know if I'm rapping
I'm using my grandfathers words when I write
The language passed down from my head
To my heart, to my wrist
To fist, to my fingers, ignite
Eyes open wide, you fantasise
'Bout how you catching such a wonderful sight
Sadly the nigga next to you
He catchin' a uh, catching a fistful of light
Been this way since back in day
The mailman saw my OG on porch
And the nigga just fled
Make money off Icarus
Gold off of Midas
Now chain like a hydra, on end niggas head
Put one to my ear
Curse has been placed on you
I'm sorry, nigga, that's just what it said
Show me a legend, I'm finna look at it like
Why would you show me a nigga that's dead?
Reflection uncanny, I might know his peoples
But focus, there's money we gotta obtain
Scared little kids like the girl on your necklace
And her son behind her hung up your chain
Probably to you the middle of the table
Sittin' on the throne is the best spot
But me and my niggas posted up with a view
Takin' aim at the despot with
Generational snapping
You know if I'm rapping
I'm using my grandfathers words when I write
The language passed down from my head
To my heart, to my wrist
To fist, to my fingers, ignite
Eyes open wide, you fantasise
'Bout how you catching such a wonderful sight
Sadly the nigga next to you
He catchin' a uh, catching a fistful of light
Hands full of money in the open, throw it risk-free
Got a blindin' light in my palm where my wrist be
We might have a problem
Nigga gon' keep that fist free
Niggas love me so much
It's so wild how they miss me
Na-na-na-na boo-boo
Dancin' up in my church shoes
Hop in and out of storybooks
Shit you wishin' you could do
Ain't gon' keep it a secret, I show you the spell
Just put your hand over your heart
Then inhale and yell
There we stand, bow in hand, silence deadly
Puts his palm on my shoulder, weight is heavy
He leaned in and firmly said to me
He flyin' zig-zag, but he'll die if you steady, thwang
Middle finger release, back of the string
Stand on the hill, watch it twitch when it's slain
If he got in way, he's the only one to blame
And killin' flyin' things always gon' be the same, so (Yeah)
What it's hittin' for?
'Til I get my get-back, bitch, it's big smoke
I'm servin' big dope
'Til the watch got more jewels in the face than a Kanye misquote
My bad, must've misspoke
They brought us over on a boat
Left us far from home
Police gave the hood orders over megaphone
From whom the bell tolls
Every night like a motherfuckin' metronome
Never text the plug once, he just know meet me over at the Texaco
Got gas like a Texaco
I'm overdue, bitch, the next to blow
At best, you motherfuckers questionable
The way my brother cross a nigga would impress the Pope
A lil' water in the bottle help you stretch the soap
If you know, you know
I been blessed with hope
I been the best of both
The light, the dark, ignite the spark
The bite, the bark, the fight, the sword
The righteous law, the pious frauds
The rights, the wrongs, I write them all
They wrote me off, they roped me off, auctioned off
Pots and pans, in the trap makin' matzah balls
Got what you need, nigga, give me a call
Fuck the ref, nigga, let me ball
Father, stretch your hands
I done stretched it all
I done sold it all
Nigga, yeah, ayy