Exit 41

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[Verse 1] Y'all been eatin' all alone, dawg, stop being greedy Niggas got they hands out, stop being needy Only time we do the crabbin', pasta linguine Cut a couple homies off, caught being sneaky Stumble but I got it back, bobbin' and weavin' Tyson in his prime, I'm a force we all needed God-level reaching, I'm killin' off certain features Gold medal pieces remindin' me I'm a beacon Of light to my people who struggle to find they reason Money is the motive but really, I want the freedom Started as a workеr, ended up being lеader Now they wanna join an allegiance, can't beat 'em Way ahead of time and my future just silver linin' I'm screaming from the horizon "I am so philosophic", the Benz The bigger body, my wife, super hottie I'm richer that that Bugatti, don't mention no Illuminati, nigga, naw Try to blackball me, I got corner pocket I'm the type to show my route, oh no, you cannot stop it I took some L's to make me livin' legend Show 'em nothin' but success, I bet they get the message Too much gassin' going on, I might just get the Tesla Applying pressure every drop, you know it's something special Do not compare me to nobody, I got different measures Alkaline water in my bezel, my guilty pleasure I told myself I'll never settle, I'm gon' rise forever Bought up some property, honestly could've bought a Phantom I know they proud of me, I'm the light in this Panhandle I know they proud of me, I'm the light in this pen, nigga Deerfield, I'm in this shit gettin' jiggy Haters on my sideline, can't get with me (Naw) Twelve years in it, fans still feel it (Woo) Power back up, I switched the auto to a semi, nigga One-shot-kill a hitter, everybody shiver Controlled by the white man, you sold to the system I've been out here zennin', just honin' my inner vision Juicy in the kitchen, booty shorts doing dishes 2022, this the journey of reposition Journey of recognition, reason why we existed (Yeah) Either war with the world of yourself, your decision (Either war with the world of yourself, your decision) [Outro] Dear Lord, thanks that you keep me, cover me, watch over me, watch over my loved ones, I know that the devil always workin'. But any weapon formed will never prosper. We ready Hood Nation