Backwood Brad x Young G Ball x Thicc Criss - Dialed In

It's the activism that got me
These trolls mock me
Acting like smoking makes you a Marley
The cadence baring the heart ache
Decisions make you a target
You often digesting content
The seed that's planted
You harvest
Looka
Waiting on you to call me
Waking up and it's foggy
The record labels
The larceny
I'd rather
Load up that RV
Travel across
The country
Loitering in the lobbies
Confronting all of you copies
And I am the real Kakashi
Since Papi was on Degrasi
Unpolished I'm still a diamond
My homie is crypto mining
Now I just been waiting patient
And only missing my timing
Until the oil deposits
Brad has refined his rhyming
I'm More Mike Tyson
Than Neil Tyson Dragrass
Just wait til the coup de tat
I want power like M Bison
They overlooked me
Well ya list is lying
Men in Black
We past compliance
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
Let me get em like I'm post to
Catch me in traffic like the
Mail man, postal
I'm cooking em up
I got the toast tool
Guess what
We can go stuff em
I got the toast too!
I'm lyrically heated
I got the load full
But iont mind
Turning you haters into some
Whole Foods
You watching me
Copy me
Call you trolls fools
I drown you and hold you down
In ya own pool
The type to go and break bread
With the whole crew
You the type that wanna doubt me Because I ain't lose
I can give a whole lecture but the Measure won't even add up
To what's really due
Why you fallen for them
Tricky loops
We getting half way
Through our next move
We dialed in taken calls
My dawg keep calling in
We gon get to you
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
On the line we dialed in
We dialed in
Boy we take the call
This a gift from the gods
I ain't tripping on em
Gotta help ya self before
Someone else come
And step up on ya
I see ya going hard
Yea you got the flex up on ya
Learn to clean properly
There still a mess up on ya
Learn chess
For ya chest be a board
Where they go and play chess
On ya
Listen
Out the dirt out the mud being
Lazy won't help
You manifest something
This a two man rebel group
I got two six shooters
Pointed at seven of you
Continue To raise
My intelligence
But that isn't
The weapon
They choose
In another universe
I'm still a better than you
Pass you, I'll out rap you
I Level you
G Ball Magneto like to
Make the metal move
I got super powers too
I ate a devil fruit

Written by:
Bradlee Patrick, Stephen Hall, Stephen Hall Jr.

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