MKSB - Leaders Of A New Era lyrics

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MKSB - Leaders Of A New Era lyrics

(Intro) Then the b**h say my name You know me man, I'm always with that smooth sh** Models, clothes, money, you know what it is, RAW Verse 1 (Big Shey) Never had love for that weak sh** n***a's talking gibberish cause they wish that they were wit us Yeah Now they saying that I ain't sh** Won't give me recognition tryna k** my ambition But I am never stressing, this money I'm caressing Raw is how I'm dressing, this is real sh** Smoking up my troubles then I'm ashin' out, ashin' out you f** n***a's That are tryna cast me out But they can't outlast me now, I'm am made for this sh** you n***as is so plastic wow Me and L just pa**in' loud, plotting up our next plan, yeah we just surpa**ing now Can't wait to be cashin out, cause the money is the motive THAT's..... all I care about So if you want to know my whereabouts, I'm headed to the bank, chilling wit them franks, moving up in rank, putting dolla signs in my name like Hilary $wa*k! Shey Chorus x2 We doing what we want to We doing what we made for If you ain't wit RawFit then what the f** you claim boy Verse 2 (Lethal) But he frontin' on Versace naming all of them designer brands Look in closer homie I meant I'm the best designer damn If not, it gotta be The Lord since he designed the man That designed this plan, I decline your hand Competition got no competence Ain't complicated just know that we got nothing in common man That's common sense even haters gotta love the rhyming fam More hunger than a year-round Ramadan, y'all boys ain't relevant Turn these Levi's to a morgue as I embalm these presidents They deceased, rest in peace Only friendly with my n***a Benji He keep it 100 that's all that I need And frankly... doubt y'all ready Anne Frank G, y'all can't see me Why your whole camp concentrated on we? I ain't a k**er but don't push me please It's a holocaust if you f** with my team Dreams. Man every got them I just wanna make the priest say "God damn." Schemes. Dawg I gotta plot them Champagne bottles, boy I wanna pop ten Jeans. Son I gotta stock them Couldn't a**ist me if you was John Stockton You got issues with the rook then solve them I already know damn well IM A PROBLEM