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EMP - NO LIMIT lyrics

Artist: EMP

album: FFaith


TOKE on the beat uh
HORI gang gang gang
What
Think I changed since I been In The game
I toldem call me EMP if you ain't knowing my name
Seems everybody staying the same I toldem I'm wanting diamonds up in my chain
How he do it again?
Ain't nobody even surf, still riding the wave
Got a lot of shit to prove I ain't dying today
I been sippin on a deuce, and I'm started to fade
I ain't ever take a loss I ain't starting today
With the homies and you know I be throwin it up
She tryna get it once she find out I be in the cut
Spend it all and you know imma double it up
T O K E, you know he fuckin it up
Posted in the H, with the greats, got plenty of space
I was flexin back in the day, throw hunnids in your face
Everybody know this ain't a phase
I was doing this on minimum wage
I need a raise, I can't do it for less
Skinny boy on the top, how the fuck do he flex
You know I be smokin on gas, it's on my breath
Everybody always tryna put me to the test, homie I pull up with the bands cover the rest
Wake up in the mornin feelin blessed
What you talkin I pull up and make you stress
Everybody always tryna put me to the test
Homie I pull up with the bands cover the rest
Pull up to the club, straight slumped, been sippin
I was in the trap, smokin blunts in the kitchen uh
Heard em talking about it, but ain't winnin
Was tryna tell them back then see the vision huh
EMP I been the one ain't got no limit, no
HORI gang, ain't no way you been widdit, uh
I'm with the same ones, know you been switchin, huh
Sip Sauce always whippin up in the kitchen
I'm on a mission, tried to tellem back In the days but they ain't listen
Taking shots, I ain't missing I'm too far gone
When I was young still flexing without my Louis Vuitton
Pull up to the party get my paper and then I'm gone
Ain't picking up the phone I been busy
Only gone ride for the homies who been with me
I been on the grind, if you pullin up with a problem you been wasting yo time
You basic, I toldem face it keep waiting in line
They fakin, everybody throwing shade at my shine
Until I make it, iv been on
EMP I'm killin every stage that i've been on
You hatin you get sent home
Wake up in the mornin feelin blessed
What you talkin I pull up and make you stress
Everybody always tryna put me to the test
Homie I pull up with the bands cover the rest

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