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Correct Own Man Lyrics
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Alex Wiley
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Correct Own Man
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[Verse 1: Alex Wiley] Now, if you really tryna see what's good wit me Come, smoke good wit me shit I tell ya' Tryin fuck shawty and a friend but I don't think shawty Friend down to do it wit me, shit, I feel ya Smoke will kill ya, I smoke the first blunt And it was hot, real talk, niggas didn't even get high I'm the kid in school niggas didn't wanna sit by Now I call the shots, nigga, I don't let shit fly Bitch, that's honest (that's honest) If a rapper want beef swear to God he can get it all steak, no plate, Jagger bitch nigga And then they catch fists, and then they talk shit but don’t say nothin' else You down on the kick But now you want in Now, fuck that, nigga, we don't play those games You hated on me then, we ain't fuckin with you now You not there for the eat, you don't say no grace [Pre-Hook] I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him The man's a challenge And clears the pallette He lean on the chalice And lost my balance Finn this nigga (rat pack god?) You gonna crack that card? And I ain't gotta trap that hard [Hook] I sweared I'd do my thang And leave my mark all on this game Then I'm ghost, OOOOoooOOooO And I swear to God the way The sun come off, the lake remind me Of the coast, ohhhhh Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of bitches and a Heart made of gold Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of bitches and a Heart made of gold [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] I've been drinking all this water Piss ain't never been so clear I never been so thirsty I'mma be a martyr, I'mma be a menace They be showing love for the green nigga I got the advantage, I been playing tennis We could take it to the table if you want there But I don't think you really want it there Fairer skin get the most airplay And I don't think you really want it fair And I been running this whole thing like a turtle Trust me nigga I don't think you really want it here Slow grind, been penning these poems since '09 Give a fuck about the pigs I ain't never really fed into the bovine Windy city all you flimsy niggas grip a clothesline Flippin verses just to get a couple dollas Shit to say we got the worst times Please don't ever think it's sweeter Just because a nigga got a fuckin' cosign That's so blind It's like they in love with the money But trust me they trust me I'm droppin more dimes [Pre-Hook] I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him Cause i can only bring em to the fountain But niggas so worried about the chalice they’ll turn a molehill to a mothafuckin mountain Think They Drownin, Lord Save em [Hook] I sweared I’d do my thang And leave my mark all on this game Then I’m ghost, OOOOoooOOooO And I swear to God the way The sun come off, the lake remind me Of the coast, ohhhhh Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of bitches and a Heart made of gold Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of bitches and a Heart made of gold
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