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The Message

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F. Mills - Rap

The Message

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November 20, 2017.

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[Intro: F. Mills] Yeah, yo ain't no talkin' man...Trek. Shit [Verse 1: F. Mills] I never was apart of ya in crowd Outside, middle finger up Tilt this crown Shit now Get them figures up They wanna diss now Niggas that I started with Wanna park shit and spark it Now they're the target See usually I don't waste my time but this ones special Friends to Foes they wanna test you, huh But they ain't study for my shit I'm the type that stay clean Y'all muddy in this bitch Speak clear words Y'all mumbling and shit I complete all passes Y'all fumbling and shit Loud noises down the block I just be rumbling this bitch Problems I'll engage Get to tumbling in this bitch Shit, I'm cold hearted But it's summer in this bitch Trust me lady I am happy Don't want none of you bitches In front of you bitches sit the gun On my misses And she don't take that kindly to disses, run up she vicious And we can take the fun out of pictures One shot you missing [Talking: F. Mills] Just getting started, look [Verse 2: F. Mills] It's one route Run up and get slanted what you talmbout Quickest way to vanish from ya moms house Starving cause we famished from that old drought We just seek the rain so it's best if you refrain from the old spout Swimming in our lane make you all trout Fishes where you sleep do the dishing when we eat They say we all wild Focused on the picture So we all smile Big wide screen Y'all cats try we Bring em all out Figured ya best try me I settle all doubt Carry the gats Siamese when they come out Exploding from that duece gauge Who phased? Liquor OJ Leave you screw faced Shit we can do this two ways The new wave Like illuminati Or we can move into Boulé So secret my society is too brave And we drinking my sobriety Is touché, meaning that's points for my team What do you play? Catch us on the first and fifteenth like Lupe Assuming you can catch just what I mean like a true fade And trust me the cats on my team ain't eat for two days You haters wanna bleed then it's agreed We a new phase Trek nigga Trek Hustle Hustle Gang to Trek Gang Fuck y'all wanna do man? Let's go

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Credits

Writers
  • Frederick Miller