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Fine Linen

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Fine Linen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
211 in my hand, problems in my past
Focused on the future, niggas gotta get the cash
Number one pushing my commodity is raps
Never give it up, so it's probably attached
A fiend for the rhythm, everything I write is in my veins
Deep thoughts that's flowing through my brain
They calling me insane, I'm just a little different
I'm conscious of what I'm spitting, man, to me, that shit is lame
When a nigga ain't real, and spitting shit that a nigga can't feel
Just for the mass appeal, snakes slithering in the grass, for real
Got the biggest guns, but be the last to kill
Putting niggas in check like a Nike endorsement
The heart of Leonidas, we don't like reinforcements
We'll be good on our own, we don't need no suckas
We'll keep making the music the people can't get enough of

[Hook]
I can't wait till my team winning
I knew we could fly from the beginning
Blind women impressed by fine linen
And life is only a test of my limits
I can't reach it, if I don't want to
I forever grind, like a nigga supposed to
You gotta listen to life when it coach you
Success is only something that we close to
[Verse 2]
Running with the realest, I don't need no friends
Telephone checks and casino ends
We in pursuit
B.I.G. said the sky's the limit, give me the loot
Always give the people the truth, when in the booth
Ain't nobody feeding the youth
Lot of niggas making noise, we don't need other proof
Rebel music in my veins, leave the people confused
Illegally bruised, lifting niggas and leaving they shoes
Putting plaques on the wall, Grammys on the window sill
Puffing on the endo still
Plotting on the money while the kin folk build
Nodding to the melody, against your will
And you feel what I'm saying cause it's so real
Shining like a 70s disco wheel, or ball
Same motion, my devotion, put a nigga in the ocean, now we coasting
Somebody call the doc(k) bring the boats in
Ain't really no sense in boasting
Raise your glass, cause we toasting
The bullshit in the past, it's time to go in

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Harrisburg City, haters lose no sleep and it's no pity
Lot of talent where I'm from, yea we got plenty
But when it come to examples, we ain't got many
Lot of niggas in the league, but as far as a degree?
Ain't nobody that we see, making changes where I be
All they do is take, so rarely do they give
Almost took kindergarten from the kids
Fatten up the pockets, they really need to stop it
It ain't about the profit, it's more about your doctrine
Can't live life, know there's one community that's nice
Five blocks down, niggas dying for they ice
In jail, tuck em
Inhale, fuck em
People give up everyday but I'mma keep trucking
717 I got you, it's nothing
And tell them haters I'm back, so quit fronting
[Hook]

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