Recovery

M.O.B. Trey
I never debated I'm next up
But I suppose critiquing niggas, they figure I'm pressed but
They don't impress much
Niggas ain't seen royalty check stub
Talkin 400 streams to the dollar, but holla, you messed up
Thats why you might see me dressed up
Somewhere gettin flexed up
All my shit is for retail, you can own with pressed button
Had an LLC in 2012, see? Let me stress some
Call me broke but pay respect while you check on my next run
All the drama on my hеart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
Thеy can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand em a torch?
They don't even handle they handle but everyone ya man go record
Ya man go absurd, you might as well just hand em a sword
I cut deep with these words, nigga
Blessed be the name
Cause few really know it but they told you respect it same
God, let that breath
He a wild one, like
How he had so much say on the 7th album? -- light!
There's ill niggas that ain't poppin' without him
Like, if I'm the final destination, y'all know the outcome, right?
Right -- It sickens to see
Sometimes I wish the world had more niggs like me
Then I look down at my Bezel and think, that its disrespectful
Cause if there were, these verses wouldn't be this special, King

Cadeem:
I am
Finally feeling the vibe of what I’ve been witnessing
Don’t let these bars fool you, we still handling our businesses
Square peg, Round hole, outta shape; you don’t fit in this
Killing this track normally, can I get a witness then?
It’s not about what you make in the day
My art on this paper sticks us together, Paper Maché
Using my Inner Peace to match from within
I got dat “It” factor, y’all struggling to factor it in
Leave them sweating like they under a Hex, wondering what’s next
Double-Jointed, so it’s nothing to flex, coming for necks like
See he’s the novelist, no team be rivaling us
Unreasonably mocking us, Cadeem be diving and easily thriving in this game
Tripped myself just to find my grace
No L’s lost; this higher pace took me to a higher place
Pain in these lyrics you felt it was hard
Young Rafiki; I’m never lying, but I’ve dealt with the scars
My shot in life leads to?
Won’t be court
Taper Fade the last time A nigga sold me short -- huh?
If you don’t understand, just get around
Keep your inner circle clean; don’t let the mess stick (domestic) around
Painting the picture so they’d obviously see
Just goes my Grand Daddy picked cotton don’t mean God ain’t pick me
Take me abuse my minnow away with you
Smile at the shade in front of this Mike; man, my future’s looking sensational

Terayle:
Yo
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin with me when I be in the kitchen
I get the flippin’ the and whippin’ until that chicken glisten
I feel bad for you niggas that didn’t wanna listen
A couple hours of cookin' that bitch be fingers lickin'
We too busy for funny business from bummy niggas
Dummy niggas who never lookin’ for money business
Bee’s swarming all around me -- we call that honey business
It’s stormin in the trenches but the soldiers in attendance
I am, one of the greatest out
Since everything thing I touch is gold then I Midas well
Give clientele, these family jewels
Let em take it to the chin
Everybodies setting’ picks while I take it to the rim - ball game
Let em dribble on that nigga, I'm that nigga
Holla back nigga, that’s always ready for static nigga
Hella tatted nigga and educated emphatic nigga
Young actor nigga that’s never the problematic nigga
I be chillin’
Life’s a pickle and I be Dillin’
Flipped a penny to a couple of nickels
What a feelin'
Niggas ask me if I’m nervous
All these fuckin’ cameras
Flashin’ at me and snappin’ at me, callin me amorous
Told her I was taken but she praying polyamours
I be on the move like action movie camera cuts
Niggas can’t handle us, my traction groovy and scandalous
Camera shutters get frequent, but it’s prolly a fan of us — whoa
Kick back with my bandits and smoke some the Cannabis
Fuck the party up we assessin' all of the damages
Understanding us makes it easy to be a fan of us
Spittin' randomness but I’m certain you probably bangin' it
Niggas blasphemous if they thinkin it ain’t unanimous
Undisputed Champion, Murda Valley Legend Shit
Hate to see me winnin' so they starin' at me, glarin'
Now I’m starin' at they broke ass mug — they can’t handle us - uh
Young Tza Tha God
Better believe it it’s just a preview so hold the applause
Don’t go through withdrawals
Of course I’m taken my time pussy — I'm tryna catapult
Pop a can a smoke, load another and let the canon blow
Understandable if you feel like you wanna cross me
But’ll gotta choose ya fate - a vegetable or a cantaloupe
Shit - Everybodies pull up in banana whips
Niggas do it big like Donkey Kong banana slips
And there you have it -- it's a fuckin' walk in the park for me
Like Trey said I won’t let these niggas spark for me
I won’t even let them niggas set a mark for me
So how the fuck you ask me what sets them apart from me
Spittin' Sidelines and Illmatic
Gave it free and you back, now you Terayle addict
Check the veins, lyrics given you Stigmata
Name your favorite rapper I promise I’m just a lil hotter
Hol Up, this a quotable
Thou should never fuck with somebody that’s on a mission especially they emotional pussy
Should of told you pussy niggas don’t push me
Born a verteran, you built like a rookie
I swore to Heavens I’d approach this shit with dignity
Encroaching your facility
Expose ya credibilty while spitting Second Timothy
Build ya notoriety — embracin' my divinity
Tza, Cadeem, Tre, nigga the Holy Trinity - God
West, nigga

For the city