Aight. You know. Yeah

Sterl. D-Nate. Yo, yo. Look, niggas ain't fucking with the triangle

They know it ain't no squares in my circle

So they try angles. Niggas'll point blank blame

You. 'Cause niggas ain't got no aim shooting

I'm still with the same movement

I'm like, "What the fuck is the game doing?"

All this mumble rap, that shit wack, it ain't music

So we had to put The Era in effect

Come be there for the bag

We for the treasure and the chest

We no better than the rest

We all on the same grind

We all on a mission like

James Bond. Be patient, it take time

I'm really tired of hearing these same lines

Most of these niggas, they can't rhyme. They barely can make songs

With the white girl, that's a hate crime

Niggas on the block from nighttime into different time

Be sure I'ma make mine

'Cause I was in the shade while they shine

Holla at me. You know

Check, check, check, check, check

Mic check. Va. Francis

Same ones talking 'bout they grabbing toward the heat

Be the same ones in the club bragging 'bout how they got emotion

Get them guys away from me

Play with yourself, jerk off, don't play with me

And I ain't take my medication, yeah, somebody pray for me

Schizophrenic, feed you your lunch with your girlfriend fingertips all in your sandwich

Butcher shit, niggas on some hooker shit

Do anything for money, bent over with a asshole full of dick

Is that why you so homophobic

I'll fuck you up for no reason

You ain't gotta know the motive

Murder, you know who wrote it. It's Va, bitch, I hope you notice. Move

Right 'cause it's hard to move it with your bones broken

Don't worry about all them other dudes that felt the wrath

Hogtie, you'll wet your shit your panties once you smelling gas

Burn you alive, a plain day, understand it, god

Your bitch ass gon' need more than flair hair and haul

Va. Va

It's the motherfucking Era

Who that raw? We rise when the night fall

Night vision, I can see when the lights off

Business is business

I don't even like y'all

Write that shit in blood on the white wall

In your hide, and we winning the Cold

War. No laws, no rules

Everybody don't got nothing to lose

Get what you get, there is no pick and choose

Give me the loot, stick and move, stick and move

Rather see you broke 'cause they broke, they so miserable

Could tell by the look on they face, it's so visible

It's lonely at the top, crowded at the bottom

Everybody tryna get it, so it cause a lot of problems

Couldn't get it, so he robbed him

Found riding me, he killed him

Crazy thing about it, it was homie from his building

Heard him talk about it, he ain't know that

He was listening

Live right above him, hit the nigga through the ceiling

Yo

So many years of waiting, praying I'd make it

So patient knowing I'd break it

Now they all fucking intimidated

This ain't no simulation, this a invitation

To the greatest show you ever seen, now watch me shake this whole nation

Remember smoking in basic, crumpling papers

Writing rhymes over ten times over till it was devastating

It's hard to elevate, it's like the ceiling's glass

I can see the sky, but just can't make it, I

Always crash

Seeing garbage niggas shine made me harder every line

Make the hardest catch with signs, so retarded on my crimes

So excuse my aggression 'cause it's hard to be refined

In this wicked infrastructure, now I'm part of this design

Yeah

One of a kind like fuck it, who wanna battle

Homie? Now it's a wrap

Since The Era joined the Shadow Army

Nothing to lose

So I lace up my boots

And walk straight into these flames

That burn hotter than the truth, motherfucker

Eight-two is at Third and Western

One ten

Eight-eight fourteen, eight-eight fourteen, meet

X twenty-five on check

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