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The Fix by Earl Jon Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

Last time I checked, it was said, if it ain't broken, don't fix it
Been getting all these checks, well I guess, since I ain't broke need no fixing
It's levels to these bars, I hope you came with it
Don't go comparing detention to state prisons
Was brought to my attention your lame dissing
The shortest ones in the room they stay reaching
The game scripted, rappers? they play victim
They bout as real as their names, they straight gimmicks
Your alias don't match what you rep & it's strange
How they call you paper without a cent to your name
If I see these artistes at parties & I ain't speaking
It ain't arrogance, I'm way different
I'm a sniper at heart, live by the code, stay hidden
& know the target just well enough, but stay distant
You don't wanna get the boy sparked up
Double down on your security, get your guards up
A celebrity getting shot, is how we get star struck
If you on the bench feeling pressed, get your bars up
It's Charlie's play day at the Chocolate city
I peep the roster, can't deny, I be fucking with it
I play Dice a couple times like rolling double sixes
I'll be hoping he keeps coming with it
Watch your dealings
Cuz papers get signed, clauses get neglected
Get caged in with slave deals, & then regret it
Can't even talk to your friends unless they call collect it
Shit is so depressing, this calls for reflecting
Y'all been misdirected, I see you moving wrong
You wishing on these falling stars, when you're a shooting one
Somebody handed me a deal, told him move along
I can work my own switch, you don't need to put me on
Old heads exhausted, new rappers done lost it
Got free smoke for everybody, that's a Dunhill concert
Don't at me with the fuck shit, tell the truth I be bad guy no false shit
All that gassing get you killed like Auschwitz
Critics speaking foul when they broadcast
Wish you would talk bout me loosely on a podcast
Have ma niggas draw weapons, & then go off reckless
Fuck up a Pulse session, have your man pulse checking
Y'all with competitions that don't give no cash
I'm Ivy League worthy, fuck is a VS Class
There's nothing these winners should be telling me
They prolly still can't afford a bottle of Hennessy
Corporation exploiting y'all , it's a fuckin shame
You 'posed to secure the bag when you get off the plane
You supposed to get the cake yourself when you come of age
You getting fucked, you underrated & underpaid
Cut out the long speech, I just need the funds quick
Easy does it I get it done on some Don shit
Not here for the fun shit, y'all been on some dumb shit
On a scale of 10, your favorite rapper a Yung 6ix
Y'all clueless on the route to go
You niggas settle for less & you do the most
Outta character like shitty acting in movie shows
Don't make me come at your neck, treat you like Julio
We ain't buddies don't invite me to your stupid shows
I'm way too busy, spent 2milli on ma studio
This is your cue to go, in the kitchen brewing slow
& Y'all be getting served what you deserve
I'm being honest, I'm not modest
The new ride is plus sized, a wide body
I've been the plug in the streets & damn socket
Rappers needed a fix, Papi brought narcotics
I do it on my own fuck a sponsor
The streets turn me to a monster
Don't make me pull up at your concert
You don't want it with a monster
You don't want it with these monsters
Don't make me pull up on your sponsors (pull up, pull up, pull up)
Cut off your resources
Fuck up your commas
I'm a big shot, I'm popping out launcher
Fuck the game up, niggas tweaking the console
Fuck the A&R, I do this shit like I wanna
You don't want it with these monsters
You don't want it with a monster
You don't want it with a monster
Imma pull up on your sponsors (skrr skrr)
Fuck up your commas
You don't want it with a monster
You don't want it with a monster
Imma pull up on your sponsors
Imma fuck up your resources