Minute Steak

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Young crate digger
 Trynna make eight figures
 Stash a rack in the Caymans I never pay interest
 Raise interest, nah I demand attention
 Born to be the man I'm sorta Jordan to these Pippens
 It'd be, more than wise to fortify the riches
 Kick the door inside leave you mortified shitting britches
 More than meets the eye with me ain't living in that image
 Iceberg tip still but I sink ships with it
 Flip my consciousness, spit it got me thinking polyrhythmic
 Itching for prescriptions shit I'm probably addicted
 Probably a problem but I'm not at risk to fix it
 There's a lot that needs addressing like
 How I act when I'm caught dropping friends, messing up
 Lost my head, messed with plugs
 Less I love, More I get
 High, stuck ingesting drugs
 Going 90 on the interstate while getting drunk
 Just frying up a minute steak to sober up
 I think I, need a minute bruh lazy off some indica
 Life is hella crazy went from real timid to sinister
 I'm back to winning with Gonzo, we playing the bongos
 I'm missing my girl but I had to finish her
 Preaching like a minister, check out the wav files
 I got more bars than 8 Mile, I keep it valid
 If I ain't one of the greats then I got equal talent
 And there's a lot that needs addressing like a caesar salad
 I'm popping off like the foams in the sneaker section
 You in my motherfucking zone you might need protection
 Got people stressing like the Pope with a deep confession
 I mean the priest, when I'm deceased don't delete my message
 I been on my way up
 Ain't gotta say none
 I just speak my mind over snare and that bass drum
 Blunted I faced one
 Another laced one
 Gave everything nothing left on the pay stub
 Been on my way up
 Ain't gotta say none
 I just speak my mind over snare and that bass drum
 Blunted I faced one
 Another laced one
 Gave everything nothing left on the pay stub
 What you need from me today
 I ain't seen you in a long time
 I seen that look up on your face
 So I'ma stand by, I'ma stand by
 But don't you eat up off my plate
 Cause I been grinding for a lifetime
 I'm getting dizzy by the day
 Spinning 'round you, spinning 'round you
 I'm coming just like Rapsody with flow
 They laugh at me but don't have the capacity to know
 That my craft is all know
 So I don't ration any flows
 That low passion that you show
 Is why the cash is getting low
 Yeah I'm like Cashes with the blows
 This that blasphemy fasho
 Never lacking with the savagery
 So casually I'm cold
 Naturally I'm bold with it
 Never bashful with the notes
 Addressing masses like the Pope
 Just put the cash inside the bowl
 The Apple Jacks to my bowl (Woah)
 Apple to my pupil
 Closed caption like a movie
 I'm so passionate a guru
 I'm a master practice voodoo
 Think I have to give it to you
 I'ma school you, cause ain't no one as masterful as yo
 Duh
 No bluff, don't give
 No fucks, no love
 No trust, no stress
 Roll up, no bud
 No sleep, woke up
 I'm always trying to walk the line between us (Spinning 'round you)
 So pay no mind to my pride I don't need it (I don't need it)
 I'm always trying to walk the line between us
 So pay no mind to my pride I don't need it (Spinning 'round you)
 

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Duration
03:44
Key
10
Tempo
90 BPM

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