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by Alikho Igama

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First shot miss then the second shot cupid
Liko one of one while you one and done stupid
Used to run and gun I would keep it on the move when I didn't have no funds but a whole lot to prove shit
Gotta watch who you move with
Niggas tricks leave some room for improvement
Really gotta bloom if the shoe fit
Fruit up in my loom be a new hit
I was facing doom with a new trick
True like the aim on a new blick

And if I get it ima get it forreal
If you I don't get it ima give you the spill
The only deal nigga know is a steal
Put liko on the bill and guarantee you ima show how i feel
I'm in the know and I control it at will
Theses niggas throw they gotta get off the field
Tryna grow in the beginning you heal


I'm on the grill like Foreman
You niggas twill I'm a active volcano playing dormant
I could never be the doorman
Let it hit you on your way out moving like you snoring
If its raining its pouring
Gave her things that she adored in the end a nigga boring
In the city like I'm touring
Had to rearrange some things that i claimed was important
Gave it all no shorting

Baking new work on the brink of things
My heart speak through a brain of chains
I got all the range
I got all the styles
Give me all the rings
Just deranged too small to even aim the thing
Lil Jimmy tryna take a nigga chain
Prolly only get his wraps and pocket change

World is crazy ima go and start a master class on being sane
Needed niggas stepping all up out they lane
I was seated on the phone preparing for the pain
Ceded power to myself and stepped into the rain
Packing light but knew exactly what to bring
Whats not in my aperture is outta frame
Thinking shits a game lose a life who you finna blame
She want me to stay through the night said its not a thing
Everytime i train get it right cause that be the

aim
Niggas put the flame to the pipe thinking we the same

Niggas stuck on kids games i aint playing with them
Paying to win
Wont ever hear they name in the wind
I'm aiming the pen
They get eviscerated within
Invade like imp zim
might just levitate on a whim
Ya tape was a sin
Extrapolate the day it'll end
Way too many mufuckers out here claiming they him
A fucking shame they be drinking that skim they bones thin
Like I'm throwing em one they want ten
I was all in the sun with my friend
Niggas think that being my son a sly in
Like what
Put that shit down in writing

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released September 23, 2023
Lyrics and Production by Alikho Igama

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