What Eva - La Fine Equipe, Mr. J. Medeiros

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

Now, how the fuck you never heard of me?

Worry me, nah, my current is raw plus fuck you currently are

My currency strong, dumb luck occurred to me, nah

It’s just the birds and the bees, y’all a burden to me

Burning to please, got burns on your knees

No love, but you learning to tease, awe

No pub, got ya earning no fees, awe

I’d give a hug to y’all but all of y’all is furries with flees

Feel the fury, hundred plus be my current degree

Free a flurry out the snub and watch it scurry your team

See 'em hurry out the club, now if you heard what I mean

I be the jury and the judge, I make a murder look clean

With 'nough shots for the burner to cease

You gurgling these words that leave you bleeding in a permanent freeze

Turn up like a curb to the teeth

Smile motherfucker, gonna hurt to say cheese

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

I am afraid of no rapper man

I ain’t ashamed of my road or the chapters man

I have been trained in all flows and I’ve mastered them all

For the sake of a name you can’t trash talk, man

'98 is when my past start, made it out the asphalt

Dated on my passport, I ain’t ever asked for

A name to vouch my last work

Stated in my craft work

If you ain’t got your own name shame, but that’s your ass fault

I ain’t ever been a humble man so keep the prayer hands

I’m forever sinned and born again, now that’s a fair stance

I have got forgive us on my skin, now that’s a shared glance

But I can’t watch my back or wash my back, ain’t that a pair of pants

Damn one leg at a time, shit is cumbersome

And I won’t be the sullen one who’s waiting on the summer sun

Nah, I’ma be the sum of one who came to take what’s come to him

And say to those who’ve come to shun

Motherfucker, run!

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

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I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow

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Whatever

I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow