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T​.​E​.​O. (Ft. Triple, M​-​Shah) [Prod. Easter Island]

from Simba by Young Mitch

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verse 1 (young mitch)
finally getting some booking down at Garden Higuera
swear it tougher than ever to get by in this era
type of time you wear your skeleton suit to survive
type of time 800 milligrams what I'm prescribed
and fuck ya'll who be saying do either rap or school
I'm trying to ball out in both I got nothing to choose
and fuck ya'll expecting my freestyles to be doper than 8 miles
just knowing I got nothing for you
I been sitting on fire I'm a versatle kid
drop the tape and admire my own personal shit
getting higher than ever but I'm down on my luck
never really desired that invertable shit
raymond weil geneve shopping at jared
that's 600 out my pocket I never lived off a parent
never got bigger presents never took you to paris
scared I wouldn't get hard enough swear it's like I'm embarrassed

lately I've been having terrible attitudes
when it comes to the people I fuck with
why ya'll ducking and acting like ya'll never want nothing
nowadays I get my lyrics all straight out the oven
I pretend not to give a shit but really who doesn't
I been feeling all depressed wassup with that
I need a girl to get de-stressed from work and rap
the boy fucking up you could say I got rubber nuts
the truth blunt enough you could smoke it with one of us
hearing all of the talking just attempted to push me
guess I got my own problem with 2 dicks in a pussy
know that showing emotion doesn't mean I'm a pussy
means I'm realer than pussies talking shit like they should be
I got money in the bank now
I been spitting like it's 8 mile
she got a coast guard face now
hitting that late hours get a dick weight down

verse 2 (M-Shah)
I've been in the game for damn near ten years
And I'ma stay here til they've given me tenure
How can your skills improve?
Imperative to make moves and express yourself in such a way that it proves
That you really do everything that you claim you do
Show my true colors, I'm ambitious, the same as you
I wanna spend my money wiser
Tryna be a big timer with no suits made of Gucci and no gator boots
But I'm still fly
Wingspan enormous homie I feel high
Whenever I hit the stage adrenaline pumps in real time
I light up rooms darker than the underside of a PS1 disc
I studied the legends, and the best convinced me
That I don't need a publicity stunt or a gimmick
Considering what i've been given
These skills that have driven this fire
I've risen and i'm back with a vision where I am givin these writtens so ill that I do it til I expire
Until then I'm gettin higher
Not listenin to the choir preach
Most times I'd rather hear the sound of a tire screech
As it's pullin away, protect myself from a liar's reach
Probably a prodigy with this honesty I unleash

I learned a long time ago to pay no mind to the mindless
Who have a difficult time as they try to find where their spine is
And luckily, I'm providing a service to heal the blindness
Of rappers and fans alike, I've come to disturb the silence
Smoking so prime the weight in grams is probably 71
I hit the trees way harder than Bobby Kennedy's son
The time when brevity won is over since the velocity of my verbosity's increased I'm incredibly numb
And you might be wondering about my motivation
You slowly waiting for me to tell you why I take no vacation
It ain't the paper from record labels I won't be making
It's the title of greatest ever that's mine for the takin
It stays on my mind, while I stay on the grind no more fakin
Consistently striving to better my flows so they breakin
Like waves, that I plan to leave in my wake in this game
Just being honest, I care more about greatness than fame
I spit that real shit because fake entertainment is lame
Drop the instrumental so that nothing but statements remain
Quit trippin or dip if you shit when I flip and rip this shit
Get a grip or you'll slip on my slick lyrics so intricate

verse 3 (Triple)
I been changing, for the better and the worse/
stay the same never, trend setter, but wetter/
from teenager,
to 20 somethin sweet major
keep ur head up
if your fed up
cuz brotha I been set up and burnt
then I got a leg up and turned
it all around from a gambler,
to hotel manager
a veteran learned
stay wit her cuz she get me
we make love n then I cum in her so quickly..
its Triple.. did you miss me?
Course u do
Ur boy at slo brew,
this shit name worthy
Sell out shows wit andre
if you came early
Prematurely,
the whole concert poppin off
Its not even 830!
guaranteed, no need for warranty
steady patient, heavy waitin like foreman B
levitatin, regulate wit Warren G
mount up! For my boy natedogg,
rest in peace

I study tourism
somebody better tell a shawty
that trippin is a business
also entertainment
now im a free agent
not that sanchez sc
cant degrade him
hit yall wit withdrawal no D grade in
college refrasin
words with simplicity
vivid with his imagery
they be jealous of the life that triple lead!
imagine my happiness, step in my vicinity
move to hawaii
haters try and mimmick me
damn is this real…?
Shits seemin gimmicky
bout to luau barbecue out
in tropical divinity
Come get a piece

To each his own muhfucka

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from Simba, released April 13, 2014

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