New Infantry (Radio Edit)

Immo Stax

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Waste not want not beef rarely ever squashed
Thinking I aint got it locked the dumbest thing you ever thought,
Made it cuz my brain is more elevated than astronauts
Old school chevy floating on the like Im on a yatch
Im diagnosed with a case of hustlerism & all these lumps in my pockets another one of the symptoms
I aint lied naan line aan ryhme, re-designed the game IM the greatest creation since time
You hate, you out of place like bikes on highways
& headed the wrong way like third to first base, got the hen, the hay, the goose and the haze
A coupe full of chicks flying back to my place
The bricks you was throwing at me how my foundation was made
Immo steady laying low, but much attention is paid
Haters stumble on yall aint making stax mad, have the last word Ima take the last laugh
Hook
This is for the hood, the thugs, the G’s, the hustlaz
The infantry so deep united cant nobody touch us, cant nobody buck
Aint it clean aint it tight, yea thats what I like
Aint it fresh aint it right, dig, this just my life
& if you really want to know fasho, what I think about you the truth is I dont
I wont Im holding it down for the cause all out
Cuz it aint no point in paper if you on the wrong route
Dont never hate a hater never state a lame name
I’ll reach the top of this world before the top of my game
They smile in your face, they clown when you gone
You see they want to be you its theyself they hating on
If you couldnt do it for me, you wouldnt get it from me
Stay on the grind my office hours is monday through monday
True to the real, rude to the rest, through with the new introducing you to the next
Make a bet if you doubting I could be legendary
This ATL snap music no fingers neccessary
Let me welcome you to where I do it, this is the metro
Take them from the burbs to the trap to the ghetto
Back to the block, the hood, the slums
It aint really about where you from its what you done
Money I get plenty thats in addition to many pros
Call up your boy if you gone give or get me any more
No I aint greedy I need to be getting richer
If you dont get the picture, then I aint dealing with you you can trust it
Weak mind hataz cant clutch it, its like the wind to them they feel it but cant touch it
I hustle for my block like a fullback, cuz my hood stacked plus we got the whole hood backed
Who function bringing repurcussions when you acting rougish
G’s make you respect it, balling bustaz pathetic
Im pumping ice in my veins so whats a watch and a necklace