Fine Linen - Mazon

211 in my hand, problems in my past

Focused on the future, niggas gotta get the cash

Number one pushing my commodity is raps

Never give it up, so it’s probably attached

A fiend for the rhythm, everything I write is in my veins

Deep thoughts that’s flowing through my brain

They calling me insane, I’m just a little different

I’m conscious of what I’m spitting, man, to me, that shit is lame

When a nigga ain’t real, and spitting shit that a nigga can’t feel

Just for the mass appeal, snakes slithering in the grass, for real

Got the biggest guns, but be the last to kill

Putting niggas in check like a Nike endorsement

The heart of Leonidas, we don’t like reinforcements

We’ll be good on our own, we don’t need no suckas

We’ll keep making the music the people can’t get enough of

I can’t wait till my team winning

I knew we could fly from the beginning

Blind women impressed by fine linen

And life is only a test of my limits

I can’t reach it, if I don’t want to

I forever grind, like a nigga supposed to

You gotta listen to life when it coach you

Success is only something that we close to

Running with the realest, I don’t need no friends

Telephone checks and casino ends

We in pursuit

B.I.G.

said the sky’s the limit, give me the loot

Always give the people the truth, when in the booth

Ain’t nobody feeding the youth

Lot of niggas making noise, we don’t need other proof

Rebel music in my veins, leave the people confused

Illegally bruised, lifting niggas and leaving they shoes

Putting plaques on the wall, Grammys on the window sill

Puffing on the endo still

Plotting on the money while the kin folk build

Nodding to the melody, against your will

And you feel what I’m saying cause it’s so real

Shining like a 70s disco wheel, or ball

Same motion, my devotion, put a nigga in the ocean, now we coasting

Somebody call the doc (k) bring the boats in

Ain’t really no sense in boasting

Raise your glass, cause we toasting

The bullshit in the past, it’s time to go in

Harrisburg City, haters lose no sleep and it’s no pity

Lot of talent where I’m from, yea we got plenty

But when it come to examples, we ain’t got many

Lot of niggas in the league, but as far as a degree?

Ain’t nobody that we see, making changes where I be

All they do is take, so rarely do they give

Almost took kindergarten from the kids

Fatten up the pockets, they really need to stop it

It ain’t about the profit, it’s more about your doctrine

Can’t live life, know there’s one community that’s nice

Five blocks down, niggas dying for they ice

In jail, tuck em

Inhale, fuck em

People give up everyday but I’mma keep trucking

717 I got you, it’s nothing

And tell them haters I’m back, so quit fronting