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No Appreciation

Flee Lord
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Sir Edit Woo Brr I ain't with the dumb shit (No) I built a brand with my mans I used to pump with (Facts) Now I'm spittin' bars, no more gun clips Haters sellin' hard, so I slung sniff (What you say, RJ?) Then I switched it up on them niggas I had to get it off my pivot like Lillard and them niggas Mask over face, we don't video the hitters (No) We gon' turn it up a notch so the city don't forget us I watch Edit lay the soundscape Then around eight, shoot it up like a pound cake I blow the grass 'cause I'm around snakes Thirty shots, I'll put half up in the brown face (Brrah) I'm humble, but I rumble with the best In the jungle with the vets, leave a puddle in your chest (Got 'em) Play me for caution, Lord, I'm comin' for the rest That's when you realize it's really loyalty or death (Ayy) I spit so clear, we litty this whole year When the new Louis drop, I'm gettin' me four pairs (Four pairs) Bad lil' mami with titties and gold hair (Woo) And rub my right foot while I sit in this gold chair The most powerful antidote is to know politics Budget your bread, Lord, know where the profit is Gave niggas work, bust the shirt off my back I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that You ain't appreciate that I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that (Lord) You ain't appreciate that I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that People don't appreciate shit (Fuck 'em) Wasn't claimin' team until we started makin' hits Still on my grind, you can see I ain't rich Only had an ounce of loud when I needed a brick, shit Haters gon' come and they go now Keep a smoke cloud, M11 broke down (Brr) Give fetti to my folks, I see 'em, they broke now (I got you, Lord) Ain't talkin' burners when I say toke a four pound Wow, it's like the circle gettin' smaller (Damn) Pockets gettin' bigger (Uh-huh), purple gettin' stronger (Woo) Playin' with my kids, I'll murk you for my daughters Bars harder than yours 'cause I'm workin' longer (Facts) Budgetin' my bread, I'ma hustle 'til I'm dead Eighty bubble up your head (Ayy), gushin' shit red Hundred thousand years, boy, that's nothin' to the feds Fuck that bum shit, Lord, should be bumpin' This instead (Fuck with this real shit, nigga) This that feel-it-in-your-soul hit You ain't a boss 'til you knockin' off a whole brick (Ayy) Bae said I'm the realest nigga, no shit (Uh) Loyalty or death, been rockin' since I sold nicks The most powerful antidote is to know politics Budget your bread, Lord, know where the profit is Gave niggas work, bust the shirt off my back I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that You ain't appreciate that I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that (Lord) You ain't appreciate that I sat back and realized you ain't appreciate that