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12 Years ft. WDSTK Coasty (prod. by The Rifle)

by THEE!GENERAL

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Uh, (The Rifle)
When it comes to the problems of the world
Our ignorance is bliss,
I’m grateful for all the days I get to spend, with my kin
Praying for a win
Cause most of our days were dim
An eyesore to America, our days are slim
The scriptures, gave us pictures
Christ paid for sin,
Forgive me for wanting benji’s
And to ball like Benji
It’s all about the Ben-ja-mins will leave you grim
I’m on the brighter side of things
As I wave my pen
From left to right, I bring you life
To shine like the center of a sunny side up is where I reside
Humble
But I’m that guy
Why want a slice when you’re the pie?
Been at this since 09’
Perfection’s my only crime
Knowing I can never reach it
And neither can you
Until the day I’m through
I think positively while in pursuit
Of somethin’ unimaginable, unfathomable
In his image serving platters of food
Ouu

Look, she said she really taste fruity on camera
So I poked her in the pouch
That’s a Kool-aid jammer
Better watch ya mouth
That’s what the cool man said
Til’ he got shot in his house
Like fuck you and ya grammar
Her or her?
I’ll take the pair shoot I’m hammer
Don’t reside across the hall
But if she slide I’d Kramer
Cuz that’s squad goals
Know I never fold
Call me a dog? hoe ima hog
From the hedge I roll
Green getting rings like Ashlee and Michael
It’s obscene coming between
And past me and my goals, got me?
For the family I’m Dr. Miami
I’ll cut somebody
Like this can’t be crying mammies
All for the clout G
Baby got shot playing hardball
When I was riding shotty with villains
Ridin’ sawed off
I use to throw they disc like Krillin
Man this shit garbage
Now I throw my whole damn phone
Like I don’t even want it
Now I throw my whole damn phone
Like man don’t even call it
Now I throw my whole damn computer
Like ain’t no youtube’n
Niggas talkin’ bars for bars for what?
You losin’

Yo,
Let me hand you these flowers
All these rappers devoured
My broski the greatest
Your work was contagious
It made me courageous
We came from banging on the floors
And recording over cassettes
To being a threat, taking our crowns
Like who got it now? playing snatchee’s
We on the map from where them gats breeze
Bullets passed me, like that scene with Keanu Reeves
This been years in the making
On the block of Woodstock
Oh boy I'm so grateful
Our creator’s so gracious
Every seventh year, I'm still changing
I was developing at a rapid pace
Trying to catch up
Now I’m a triple threat
They hate to see a player face up
A long way from hanging my head down
Keeping humility around
So my chest doesn’t balloon
All the buffoons, want the juice
Want the baton, hand me a noose
Cook in the stu, Bobby Flay with these moves
Fillet rappers, put you all in a soup
Same taste, you guys must be a group
We get the shot, bulls-eye when we shoot
(We get the shot, bulls-eye when we shoot)

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released October 2, 2021
Written & performed by THEE!GENERAL & WSDTK Coasty
Produced by The Rifle
Mixed by Jason Bachman

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God Fearing. Master of Nothing. Student of Life. Emcee. Beat-maker. Street Photographer. Videographer

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