LEGENDS 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Legends) Yeah (Chris Ro$e gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom!) Ugh [Refrain] Ugh Some niggas blood and some niggas crip Some niggas thugs (and some niggas bitch) Some niggas ain't got nothin', some niggas rich Some niggas spit they feelings Some niggas twitter their shit [Verse] So Genius saw the lyrics to see who's realest/ This is (BIG) Dyme‐A startin' drama, look what a menace he is (Die) Frontin' 'til I buck 'em and weaves and wigs'll get split (Why) Zombies? I'll be damned if I let dead niggas live Fed cuz I looked at niggas as legends 'Til the bread get the best of 'em Dome swollen and your forced to behead them Affiliates that I performed with is bretherns On the bills before bills Outcasted, never forced the acceptance They ignorin' the effort They don't see that talented, combing forces is better And of course I am better So they feel inferior instead of workin' together Such a rhymer's Napoleon complex (Man) I'ma keep it short and sweet, bruh, fuck all the nonsense I'm expressing myself freely, bitch, this is my shit Heard your solo R&B tape, that shit was garbage I don't need publicity stunts, I'm lit regardless (Ha) I been runnin' shit since PE, don't get me started Niggas'll rather subtweet than see me and solve it Niggas eating off the steez, fam say they starvin' Rather harm me for a article I ain't involved with I gave the world The Rebirth Same day we lost 'em How is mine such a breeze and yours such a problem? Be fuckin' honest How did all this shit go left? Thought we was all honorin' the best (What?) And postin' it was family request So (I'm) with my mama and my grandfather, hospital bedside Receiving tweets from weird beige with red dye Imitatin' the dead guy (Ugh) We dealin' with death in the truest sense While your true colors and quotes exposin' your true intents, shit (Ha) Grinch fuckin' up my Christmas and shit The whackest niggas in the clique got all the lip 'til it's zipped And pussy niggas love attention, dawg A bitch is a bitch 'Til extendo's hit extensions and shit These are lyrical clips Holy ghost, how your spirit'll lift Don't want to hear no third eye, fake spiritual shit No unity from jealous niggas in the spirit of Nip If he didn't shed blood you wouldn't care for a crip Nigga movin' on, fuck it, never look back Escapin' from New York a trail of corpses Couple cowards from the bush flat All buttons, I push that Don't worry 'bout the black krown I took that The best in the Brook since Brook up in book bags You serious? [Bridge] When your heart is synched When your love is lost And you know the vibe When you see defeat When the war is lost And you know inside (dead nigga) These lies deceive the beef We fly the frequency And you know the vibe (Vibe) You know though… (I know)