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LYRICS
What's happenin' since I left you?
Been crackin' the system's numbers, been battlin' with whoever.
So javelin what they tell you. My ass has been down to hell and,
Back; if you hate you better get your facts straight - Get On My Level
You could never. I raise it at the push of a button.
Girl, if you lookin' for cuffin' these other rappers are Russians.
I think they're mad 'cause I kill em - Abram's tank ammo.
I'm glad I'm their villain 'cause these haters stay shallow.
But my words stay deep as the feet of the Grim Reaper.
I like my girls sweet and petite, with slim features, WHOA.
Hash tag that random fact. I'm tweetin' 'cause I can't relax.
I'm zonin' 'cause I'm half-attached to what the f**k I'm staring at.
So what you laughin' at, I'll blast you out your habitat.
You must be out your rabid ass mind, think I don't care to rap.
Think you ballin' bitch, I'll ball you up and play hacky sack.
Matter fact time to take my castle back, just tell me where it's at.
Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)
Okay, I'm still spittin' real shit. Still make you feel this
Down to the souls of your feet; flip-flop hip-hop just like a heel flip.
'cause I kill shit, then you hear hits, so I'm here bitch, and I'm here to stay
So, needless to say, fear the day in which I leave the game.
But that's never. Unless these haters be the death of ME!
I tell em 'eat shit' and I got the recipe.
So if you testing me I suggest you find a better option.
And they say happiness a gun, well I forever cock it.
Click click bang - lyrics blowin' brains out.
Double meanin' like B.o.B seein' strange clouds.
Got heebie jeebies, these Weezy's just make the same sound.
Guess it's about that time that we shut the game down.
Look up to the rain clouds with my fangs out, 'cause I'm animalistic.
I think it's time to eat rappers as if I'm cannibalistic.
And I go bananas, ballistic - established a business of rappers and bitches.
I made a beat, smashed it, and ripped it, in case you happened to miss it.
Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)
Back at it. I sold the red Saturn.
So many memories but it ain't that tragic.
'cause now I drive a Beamer, the paint look like black satin.
And they're callin' me fly so I don't speak to rap maggots.
And I ain't never left but they say 'Legion is back!'
So you can call me Greg Jennings, put the team on my back.
What did I mean by that? Success - my reason to rap.
So if they sayin' I'm gon' make it, I won't leave it at that.
I got a goal that I gotta fulfill; make it to the top from the bottom of the hill.
They play games but they're not on the field. Touchdown, bitch, I'll stop when I'm killed.
She find it attractive when I rap fast - ass is the fattest like I got her from Brazil.
Got her in the bed and she pop it like a pill - she said I'll probably make a million.
And then she goes to sleep, she don't know I ain't gonna sleep.
I'm busy livin' a dream, so avita zein!
She's ready to go steady but it isn't me.
I'm the future champion of everything; give me the ring.
'cause every word I spit single-handedly murders it.
Keep your conversation if money is not concerned with it.
Chris Black - the name is permanent. How could I be determined if
These haters didn't copy that and my words were not affirmative?
Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)
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