That's Word from Ganta by Tarli

Run the game, Indy 5
Fresh to death, but I’m still alive
You ain’t bout it, that’s in yah eyes
I’m on ten, I’m energized
All Black, I’m venomized
My shit big and ya’ll minimized
That’s small talk, that’s small fries
I can’t relate, i’m super sized
That’s big mac
That’s big facts
Can’t die broke
I fixed that
You see the way
I need the lays
I’m watching all them chips stack
This immigrant needs every cent
Get ta paying yo dues
THESE NIGGAS CANT HOLD ME BACK HOW THE FUCK CAN I LOSE

Know you see it, nigga what, I been shining on the high,
I Heard’em talkin bout they cut, I ain't splitting up the pie,
Tried to tell I was ready, I been plotting on the low
Heard em talking bout the bread I ain't splitting up the dough

If you looking for me, come get me ( COME GET me)
If I got boy I bet you come wit me
They been looking for me I heard ( I heard )
I ain’t going out alone, that’s word (that's word)

I don’t know, you and me we just not the same (not the same)
Last time i took an EL is when I got my name// (got my name)
Been about the paper, never been bout the fame (haha)
Shaqin’ with the shot, (ha)glad yall boys can’t aim// (damn)
Put up 81, mamba
Til i made a few, commas
I been going off, promise
I won’t see the bench, nah
This immigrant needs every cent
Get ta paying yo dueees
THESE NIGGAS CANT HOLD ME BACK BOY
HOW THE FUCK CAN I LOSE

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• party
• underground hip hop
• Minneapolis