IN THE END

TONGO

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In the End

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[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay] Take a look at me and they can tell I've Rapping so long, I got more bars than cell blocks Every interview, they asking if I want the deal or not Asking if I sell lots Nigga, is hell hot? There go your answer, that pessimism's your cancer Best to beat it like [?] beat it like Micheal Jackson Most of these niggas lacking the skill it takes to make classics They come to me, looking plastic, real hearts is made out of molasses I'm hard and they looking plastic, please say I'm not the only one Flyest nigga up in the club, ain't even twenty-one Quit my day job to make a living off having fun Making beats; better yet, made a killing, that's hella sweet Guaranteed I'll bet I get that money, like, pronto But trust me, I'ma get you in the end, Tonto Don't play me like a console and we'll be all good Todos, bien, let the games begin [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] If this XXL cover Obama, I'm the hardest of McCains 310, said it first, I'm just staying in my lane Crashing into haters 'cause my speed is insane Dreams on my brain, trying to scheme to make a change To get cream and the fame and my team do the same I'm alcohol on the track, yeah, the kid, the one to blame I remember two years ago, they didn't know my name Now these hoes scream me out like I'm putting them in pain The young boy, I came to kill them again Sorry rapper, I ain't really feeling you, man Got the call from [?] I told him the weekend Would be the best time, school on the weekdays Schoolyard niggas, y'all suspended for three days It's two types of niggas: real and fake 'Cause your bros turned sour when you talking 'bout cake 'Cause they can't be fair when you splitting up what you make [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] Okay, I rock these dope bands, but I make the game step up Got that doctor money, I'm just trying to get my check up Balling, balling, somebody call a ref up View these boys in hindsight, think they need to catch up People say I'm next up, [?] throw them up like [?] Plus my clique's some animals and y'all boys just some Cheetah Girls Gotta stay protected, dog, you know that it's a crazy world When niggas put that hit up in your head like a pressing curl Yeah, they repping hard, know how to play they cards Handle the right like guards, they call me Charizard Why? Because I spit that fire, your flow is like rims, it's tires So I must detach your wires with this steel, I call it pliers And your girl love me, dog, I am the best, man Look at you like Wolverine, why? 'Cause you a ex-man Got a lot of paper and you'll never take it from me Yeah, this Rockie Fresh, bitch, and I'm busy getting money Motherfucker