Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Perfect way to end it off. If ya fucking wit’ the crew, ya get to do a send it off. Want early death? I tear ya breath from ya lungs. I speak at peak wit’ spit from tongues, we been known my throne for ones. And when sown, my shit is strungs to the most, I boast the flungs. Muh’ fucka I mob (Mobb) deep wit’ duns. Leaving sons, shook, look, I’m fathering ya. Bothering ya, and I’m a time ahead of my present. Since an, adolescent, I been doing, this shit, his fit is a next gen shoo-in. 2030’s, bringing back the baggy jersey. Girls get my eye when they tag me, they thirsty.  Ya heard me’s, my quotes, from different notes. I see the future, like Hendrix, my skill splendid. I nurture my boasts, then mix what I then did. Into the coasts that expand beyond the states, my song some feats. That gon’ keep on shining. Even if I die this year, some fine lining. Mine rhyming is climbing up wit’ legacy. I’m in the bar business, and the keg is free. But what I do is spew, not drink ‘til I can’t think. I got a lot to do, befo’ we go, still I can’t sink. I’m a live it on, shout out Judah, who the G who sent me the song. We gone.

We Gone (Bonus Track) (Feat. JUDAH.m4a)

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