This is a song about "Under control"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Control is what you had me under

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

I always stay in control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

Timmy got his bike stole

But really he was always in full control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Just a new system of control.

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