Legends 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Sheesh Ugh Since the start been gettin' active with pure passion A student who's influence came from gospel and Michael Jackson Moon walkin on the church floors Hit my head, cracked it Crack in my lineage Tragedies actors depict in scenes since little kids No scene could compare to the things we lived (Dyme-A) Nostrand and Saint Marks No pity for a saint or a mark Bullets stopping niggas brains out in parks No skully when his top on the ground and he laid on the chalk Those type of images invaded my thoughts I was taught fuck the law Up the score Kill 'еm, make it a sport Never maturе before playing to tiaras and thots Was Def Jam and vendettas in this fight for New York Cyphers in yards Talent shows to hype up the art Our peers heir—ingly grip cannons I was shooting cannons and flip cameras Kids'll call me corny like Nick Cannon The tool put a light to my spark Filmed skits and skipped classes Emcees X'd out in masses, had to gift wrap 'em Parodies and industry hits, kept the jits laughin' Leave vocalists in a band, now I'ma treesh magnet Visits from the labels when this happens Young and a bit ratchet Wide eyed in Warner office meetings in Manhattan (wow) Caught in a thin jacket Figured that I'd slave for the crackers to get it crackin' That seemed like an option I obliged, the opportunity knockin' To see how broke I was, you wouldn't knock it So I strapped up my shackles Signed blood, withdrew my deposit It's like I lost the ones I did it for as soon as I got it They wanna change my person Enhance the brand, I'm switchin' management The labels mergin' Close friends are startin' to expose themselves as snakes and serpents I felt the ? as the hating worsened I knocked off the older me and created a greater version No more superficial friends plottin' On the train, sleepin' on my feet, cuz I was xan poppin' Wonder if the opps is really beefin' or they playin' violent? Knowin' that they'' be pushin up some roses if I'm airin' 'bout it Cherished for a era, now nobody even care about it Dickride for props now your gang don't even stand 'bout you Number never changed but you runnin' to the gram 'bout it I knew that before you hit a M you was a stan 'bout it Legend [Verse 2: Jayy Grams] I'm the wraith of the bloodlines that the police stole I'm the wraith of Solange when she fucked up Hov I'm the wraith of a mind of a fucked up soul That lives inside of Baltimore It's carnivore [?] people here with no reason Reaching the ears of the streets And even the Deacon and preachers is tryna hear it The wraith of the demons that made 'em weak through the years Strong people what you see but it surely weaken our spirit Matter fact, my mother dearest fell victim to this My bro, brother and my sister, I'll make you a list You should feel my wraith with some music, a 8th and a 5th Worst way, cuz I'll be doin that 'til my 85th Birthday! Hate stay with you longer than your phone do Forgot who showed love, last remember who done wronged you, though ...