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My Gift Video (MV)




Performed By: Knowda Legend
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: RONALD GILMORE




Knowda Legend - My Gift Lyrics
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This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
Animals, animals, homie you skinned
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
Nail the coffin, ima grab the hammer
Who a slave bitch I am the master
Your the question without the answer
I can see you no panorama
F*ck the glasses, dont have the camera
Turn ya bitch into half a Casper
You don't flip shit
A half a trapper
Slide down and I avalanche ya
Beat hit and they go bananas
Machine gun the extravaganza
Keep a k, I might f*ck a band up
Flow is sick, it's too bad for cancer
Black and white, but its such a panda (Pander)
Way too gifted dog f*ck a santa
God then blessed me so what's a pastor
Got with smuv so what's up Atlanta
Bad hoes in a matriarch
And they ride out like they hate to walk
No loan shark but I'll loan a shark
Pay me and I pay the vault
Wont write it down but I make a mark
I'm too impatient just to wait for yall
And I'm not around if the fake involved
Yall niggas square like tablecloths
Game from the streets
Is my fate in the streets
Changing pace every week
If you late, you don't eat
For the cake, I'm the yeast
For the break, I'm a piece
F*ck a plate, im a feast
No mistake, I'm a beast
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
Animals, animals, homie you skinned
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
Get on my game
And I remain
Isn't it strange
Who do you blame?
Everyone, everyone, Cept for yaself
Claim everything except for yo gang
Southside, Southside, kill all my pain
But the shit that i seen might've made me insane
Well maybe it did, but its close to the grain
Why you gotta change when the dope in ya veins
Said Im Optimistic, make bad decisions
If I'm Breaking walls that's vandalism
Changing lives that's cataclysmic
And its doing numbers no analytics
Foresight is only half the vision
Blow ya mind like a aneurism
I was broke as f*ck but I paid attention
Gotta walk the walk but nigga damn I'm sprinting
Study hard before I take a mission
Cops mad cuz they cant convict us
Cut the crap before I take the scissors
Stole the frame but ain't take the picture
Swear to god it ain't the same religion
Hurricane ain't the same condition
As the way I'm spitting, volcanic twister
While raining fire, it's the world ending?
Of course it is, unfortunate, I'm dying to live, reborn again
Cant live to die if you born to win
Snitch niggas get embroiderments
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick000
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what's the intent?
New game, new game, what I invent?
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
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This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
Animals, animals, homie you skinned
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
Nail the coffin, ima grab the hammer
Who a slave bitch I am the master
Your the question without the answer
I can see you no panorama
F*ck the glasses, dont have the camera
Turn ya bitch into half a Casper
You don't flip shit
A half a trapper
Slide down and I avalanche ya
Beat hit and they go bananas
Machine gun the extravaganza
Keep a k, I might f*ck a band up
Flow is sick, it's too bad for cancer
Black and white, but its such a panda (Pander)
Way too gifted dog f*ck a santa
God then blessed me so what's a pastor
Got with smuv so what's up Atlanta
Bad hoes in a matriarch
And they ride out like they hate to walk
No loan shark but I'll loan a shark
Pay me and I pay the vault
Wont write it down but I make a mark
I'm too impatient just to wait for yall
And I'm not around if the fake involved
Yall niggas square like tablecloths
Game from the streets
Is my fate in the streets
Changing pace every week
If you late, you don't eat
For the cake, I'm the yeast
For the break, I'm a piece
F*ck a plate, im a feast
No mistake, I'm a beast
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
Animals, animals, homie you skinned
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
Get on my game
And I remain
Isn't it strange
Who do you blame?
Everyone, everyone, Cept for yaself
Claim everything except for yo gang
Southside, Southside, kill all my pain
But the shit that i seen might've made me insane
Well maybe it did, but its close to the grain
Why you gotta change when the dope in ya veins
Said Im Optimistic, make bad decisions
If I'm Breaking walls that's vandalism
Changing lives that's cataclysmic
And its doing numbers no analytics
Foresight is only half the vision
Blow ya mind like a aneurism
I was broke as f*ck but I paid attention
Gotta walk the walk but nigga damn I'm sprinting
Study hard before I take a mission
Cops mad cuz they cant convict us
Cut the crap before I take the scissors
Stole the frame but ain't take the picture
Swear to god it ain't the same religion
Hurricane ain't the same condition
As the way I'm spitting, volcanic twister
While raining fire, it's the world ending?
Of course it is, unfortunate, I'm dying to live, reborn again
Cant live to die if you born to win
Snitch niggas get embroiderments
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick000
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what's the intent?
New game, new game, what I invent?
If you (F*ckin) wit them, how you f*ckin wit this
Rap is my lick
Word to my pen
Aim for the top and the shot wont miss
This is my gift
40 My hip
Shorty got drip
Money got thick
But that is not it
Killin the switch
Copy that, copy that, what I invent
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Writer: RONALD GILMORE
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