Cully - By Any Means lyrics

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Cully - By Any Means lyrics

[Verse 1: Righteous] Keep it realer than most The realist approach Follow the flow see I don't mean to boast Y'all don't understand When the mic in my hand Boy turn to fiend Wear my heart on my sleeve Gimme a second to breathe Time to dissect y'all You could bet my whole life Please don't get involved we about it Proceed you won't Low key you don't My pen bleeding coke Y'all don't feel me, I'm crack Chiropract your back Realign your spine Me & Cully turn Optimus prime- transform Tell me what you stand for Megatron in the flesh I seek & destroy *bang* Same game, I slay, but never gang-bang Supply demand we increase the pay rate You can't keep up once we inflate By any means, break down, chump change [Verse 2: Cully] I don't need shrooms to see sprites and pixies Mind baffling, naturally trippy My abdomen is not tatted Thug Life, just one life and a casket Guaranteed, plus taxes Bury me, combust ashes sh** happens, so I'm rapping Between that and birth Make a difference, life's a b**h, snatch her purse And if she complains, I come back for worse Won't have it Crack cabbage, stash cash in the craftmatic Fat mattress, nap slacking Til I'm on one A podium no drug So I can say how I feel about some real sh** son Father you? I'd rather follow through, with my own goals So close, a stones throw, don't question my mojo White around the nose like cocoa Keep from round me, that's a no go [Verse 3: Righteous] Promo please filter the photo You on one, you lackin in doe so you grow slow Bum life, fix you up rearrange What happens when they promise I will never ever change They fade Rather be ghost than get played Telling me I'm different I swear they the same See I got no Hennessy in my system Which means, speaking intellectual wisdom Quote that, even before rap Righteous crazy heating up on the forecast Look at the format Swear give em all one chance Lyrically yo I make em look dumb fast, dumb fast Get it? Wordplay I play wit it The hat is back, back is snap, like a fitted Spitting the soul y'all could feel it The fire Telling you Cully they ain't wit it