Legends Songtext
von DyMe‐a‐DuZin

Some niggas blood and some niggas crip
Some niggas thugs (And some niggas bitch)
Some niggas ain′t got nothin Some niggas rich
Some niggas spit they feelings Some niggas Twitter the shit
So genius all the lyrics to see who realest this is
Big, Dyme-A starting drama look what a menice he is
Dye, frontin' till I buck on em weave and wigs a get split, wide
Zombies? I′ll be damn if I let dead niggas live
Fed cause I looked at niggas as legends
Till the bread get the best of em
Dome swollen and your forced to behead em
Affiliates that I'd perform with as breadrens
On the bills before bills
Outcasted never force the acceptance
They ignoring the effort
They don't see the talented comibinding forces is better
And of course aren′t better
So they feel inferior instead of working together
Such a rhymers Napoleon complex
Imma keep this short sweet bruh fuck all nonsense


I′m expressing myself freely bitch this is my shit
Heard your solo r&b tape, that shit was garbage
I don't need publicity stunts I′m lit regardless
I been running shit since P.E don't get me started
Niggas a rather subtweet than see me and solve it
Niggas eating′ off the STEEZ, fam say they starving
You rather harm me for an article I ain't involved in
I gave the world a Rebirth same day we lost him
How was mine such a breeze and yours is such a problem?
Be fucking honest
How did all this shit go left? Thought we was all honoring the best
And postin it was family request
So why I′m with my momma at my grandfathers hospital bedside
Receiving tweets from weird beards with red dye
Imitating a dead guy
We dealing with death in the truest sense
While your true colors in quotes
Exposing your true intent, shit
Grinch fuckin up my Christmas and shit
The wackest niggas in the clique got all the lip till it's zipped
And pussys love attention dog a bitch is a bitch
Till extentos hit extensions and shit
These are lyrically clips
Holy Ghost how ya spirits a lift
Don't wanna hear no 3rd eye
Fake spiritual shit
No unity from jealous niggas in the spirit of Nip
If he didn′t shed blood you wouldn′t care for a crip
Nigga moving on, fuck it never look back
Escaping from New York a trail of corpses
Couple cowards from the bush flat
All buttons I push that
Don't worry bout the Black Crown I took that
The best in the Brook, since bruck up and bookbags, you serious?

The way your heart′ll sink
When your Love is lost
And your notified
When you see defeat
Cause the war is lost
And you know inside
These slugs decease the beef
We flood the frequency
Yeah you know the vibes