The Set

Yes, yes y'all, head or gut

But We aim above the neck y'all

VWINC, came to wreck ya’ll

Beats and Bars, we here banging for the set ya’ll

So, get set ya’ll

The maturation of man child none did it better.

I took myself out the game and you did whatever.

To put a price on ya name, now you thinking whether...

The sacrifice took years off ya life.

Dawg, you independent for 20 years and still struggling

I’m on my second home, hungry like I’m still hustling

But water is wet, and champagne still bubbling.

I said it before, but rejects retain nothing.

Like throwing money in my face ain’t gone change nothing.

We all about them motions and you still buffering.

Bar after bar, automatic info dumping

But sometimes I can get a little meta

I hated when my homie used to call him dark vada

And get his ass clipped trying to reset the Sega.

Cause we bring the pain that make you call on the savior.

We loved it when they called him Big Poppa

BK bars, pulling up like a Shotta

Or KD, Miss me with the blah blah

Industry rules, niggas just gon rob ya

Cashing out his whole check, about 2k

When I'm shooting my shot, I hit greens all day.

Bruh, I'm just trying to do right but everything go left

Except, that is life a ShamGod.

Try to get em to work but he just blow jobs.

Suckas, first class crying muthafuckas

Tagging everybody wishing they single would luck up.

She said ask Vegas and Vegas said shut the fuck up.

Nut up, the money shot is a one hitter.

Make dinner out of beginners, the mind splinters

You think he will but he won't,

He kill but he don't

He feel like a dollar bill looking for a bump.

But I pluck ashes at broke asses.

Got em thinking like how we gone get pass this.

We raise em up, then salute, then tip glasses

chain and starr, write bars that appeal to the masses...