Residue

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[Intro] (We are going into battle) (Against a tough and determined enemy) (I can't promise you) (That I will bring you all home, alive) (But this I swear) (Before you, and before almighty god) (That when we go into battle) (I will be the first to set foot on the field) (I'll be the last to step off) (And I will leave no one behind) [Hook] It's big S, what you never knew? Take risks for my revenue Forgot to cop gloves at the shop, now my hands are covered in residue Never had no silver spoon So I did what I had to do Push buj, sold light And I've more trees than an avenue Can't tell me about work Make the line go beserk Got the light of an African Got the dark of a Turk If we hear you got the hard food Run up on you then jerk (Gimme that) (If we hear you got the hard food) Run up on you then jerk (gimme that) [Verse 1] White boy dressed in black I gotta stretch this pack (stretch it) Are my G's OJ" what type of questions that? (dickhead) Your friend never had you back, what type of friend is that? (Jokeman) All of my G's move active, we ain't with the friendly chat (Active) I've caught numerous chases, I've caught numerous cases I knew I had to move this food, before I could do my laces I knew I had to sell this can, before I could spell my name I've spent so many nights in cells, there was times when I felt insane If you ain't put grub up your bum, swear down you ain't felt my shame If you ain't got G's in the ground, I swear down you ain't fell my pain (Nah) Thought to shoot me a fed, but that ain't gonna help my aim (Nah) But since they took away bro, t's like shit just ain't felt the same Come round where, in that flash, get who with what mash Big man with your beard, I'll punch you straight in your 'tash All now I ain't met my match, caan't step on my patch (Never) My G' s got things on things, and them things got things with tax [Hook] It's big S, what you never knew? Take risks for my revenue Forgot to cop gloves at the shop now my hands are covered in residue Never had no silver spoon So I did what I had to do Push buj, sold light And I've more trees than an avenue (Trappin') Can't tell me about work Make the line go beserk Got the light of an African Got the dark of a Turk If we hear you got the hard food Run up on you then jerk (gimme that) (If we hear you got the hard food) (Run up on you then jerk) [Verse 2] All this loud got me moving demon Bitch wanna blow my cannon so I gave her that David Seaman (Badders) Killing shit for no reason Cah, right now it's that season How many man have I eaten, like How many man have I beaten down in cells with tuna cans in socks and had man screaming "'low me" (allow me) Big S I get rowdy Keep them fuckboys from around me Tell your girlfriend shout me Man just buss a nut and I'm outie Might skrrt skrrt in that audi (skrrt) Cowboy shit jump out like howdy (how do you do, how do you do?) It's big S from the 4 I'll give you press or the raw Or get kweffed in your jaw And left in a mess on the floor They don't want smoke with the team Or see us roll on the scene Whoever said they could war with the 4 Trust me G, they sold you a dream (Liars) Real G's in my section You do really want no action Break down work like a fraction And give pictures out without caption Man know me I'm on this trap shit These other rappers just chat shit They ain't bad they just act it When they was talking money I stacked it [Hook] It's big S, what you never knew? Take risks for my revenue Forgot to cop gloves at the shop now my hands are covered in residue Never had no silver spoon So I did what I had to do Push buj, sold light And I've more trees than an avenue (Trappin') Can't tell me about work Make the line go beserk Got the light of an African Got the dark of a Turk If we hear you got the hard food Run up on you then jerk (gimme that) (If we hear you got the hard food) (Run up on you then jerk)
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- Sparko (OMH)