I told my mama I'd be back in a minute
It's been a minute
I'm out here pushing life to its limit
Love it
So you know I gotta live it
I told my mama I'd be back in a minute
It's been awhile, nigga I've been around
I told my mama I'd be back in a minute
So now, it's going
Down down down down down
1: K Theory (Malcolm Anthony)
Made my decision to rap
Niggas was dissin and calling me wack
Now I just travel all over the map
Hop on the stage and start spittin that crack
Light one ablaze it's just simple as that
Y'all niggas really ain't facing the facts
Mal is here, fade to black
I'm turning the page in the rap book
Bitch I'm bringing it back
Baby now tell me how that look
The shit that I'm hearing is crap
I'm just, tryna give you an out, look
Listen to me, god giveth to me
The spirit to be, the best
Fucking mc in the world
Excuse me as I earl
I might throw up on these niggas cuz I'm sicker than the aids virus
Slow me down
My flow don't have no pace
I am, incredible like the
Incredibles
Got a set of hoes you might see on a centerfold
Money over bitches so I gotta go
Cuz I, I see the dough in my vision
No I am not jack but hit the road on a mission
I gotta get the money
I've been gone for a minute
2: Terry Mak
I left my home to learn some lessons
We was stumbling through depression
But since we started grinding, count my doe up plus the blessings
We gone blow like smith and wessons, Pow
Kill the competition
It's just me here and my brother Mal
The comp is missing, it's deceiving
Cuz when you blow up, they act like you need em
Act like ya homies, but when it get rough
They changing like seasons, taking up spaces
Buts that's only when you going places
And there's no room in the ride for groupie hoes or haters
We gone step on stage and show em why the hell we here
Bang the bass so loud, a headaches a souvenir
Y'all faker than new veneers
They don't wanna see us shine, but no flaking I came prepared
I'm flagrant for all my peers
We gone always run the city, that's something that you Should know though
I got it on my back but I wasn't raised in Polo
If I die today, bury me as Terry Makaveli
Pac in the flesh I might get tatted on my belly baby
And me and K Theory's very wavy

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