TreLamond – Return Of Simba Freestyle Lyrics

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Intro
In my freshest pair of Max, I ain't looking back/
Tell me, is this what they expect of me/
I been holding back way too long/
These niggas tryna get the best of me/
This the summer that its gone happen/
They keep asking if I'mma try it/
Pour some gasoline in the booth/
Flick a lighter nigga, I'm on fire/

Verse 1
Live from the Port City/
All of my boys with me/
Kill so many beats/
They call me a mortician/
Make sure that them boys listening/
Make sure that my ring glistening/
The ones who talk the loudest/
The ones who end up missing/
From a city where a party could turn into a crime scene/
Niggas dying every night, bet they all under 18/
Asking God will I be next/
First, let me prove I'm the best/
Then you do what you want/
Cause I passed all of life's tests/
Flying colors, me & my brothers/
Hold me down til they dead us/
Yea, We ain't budging/
Til we can ball with no budgets/
Guess we stubborn to these women always claiming they love us/
But my brother told me leave all of that love in a rubber/
These the words I never said, the thoughts I kept inside my head/
So far, the wrong place is where all these paths have led/
Sometime's you have to destroy something just to make it/
And the first step requires tripping over your laces/
Same faces in different places, where else is life gonna take me/
If a nigga was doin bad would you still hate me/
If all I had was a dollar would you still take it/
I swear the game messed up no matter how you play it/
I know Jesus walk for me, but last night he talked to me/
Said, spread your angel wings, son, and flock to me/
The kingdom is the last stop me, You on top with me/
I couldn't believe my ears, I told Him save a spot for me/
I asked Him for some time while I right some wrongs/
Thought I could do all that if I write this song/
But then a light clicked on, what if my life is gone/
Next time I step into the booth when the mic is on/
I can't find my zone, so I grabbed my phone/
And, called my brother for a little advice/
He said whatever you write, somehow comes to life/
And people think about it when they dreaming at night/
You got a way with words that gets inside people's minds/
So instead of letting it go, I'd follow behind/
So use it to be a leader, never follow again/
And strive to meet your goals from beginning to end/

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