Yo mic check, mic check Mic check, it's P.E The one and only, no other than we It's Dessy Hinds the IllMindedChild ugh... I'd like to thank y'all for listening (word, word) We'd like to thank y'all for sharing this golden era (Thank y'all for sharing this) Uh, check check (let me get into it though)
[Hook: Dessy Hinds] Living on the border life Without the mics probably be bored of life I imported this life Trying to make it large like order types They might want all the rights To spite me for the wrongs I write But it's Pro Era nigga, no error, know your warning rights It's all for the love of the game I'm really loving this game Even the sumchins got a love for our name I'm really loving this game 'Cus at the end of the day It's nothing but me and the Pro's Blowin' smoke in your face
[Verse 1: Dessy Hinds] Got dreams and plus an accurate amount, of stash of heat not yet announced Still below the grounds of Zero, a honest hero in doubt Because the sound is on the prowl Playin' mo' loud throughout the eastern town Their ain't a member I won't remember to have a feast without Blowing the speakers out and reefers out Fuck a teacher's doubt The higher learnings and higher earning's what I'm seeking out But y'all ain't listen to this nigga 'till he got vicious And half the chicks don't want a nigga 'till they see you got bitches It's understandable my grammar's full of intriguing duality And plus the studio's EQ could never match the quality That's shifting in and out of me Raising past the economies After my nigga Kirk, told a nigga we're rare commodities But honestly, I just wanna share some words of wisdom While getting paid and getting laid like a pimp with some wisdom Overcoming systems with these definitions plus the expositions In a expedition while my ex's play the ex-position
[Hook: Dessy Hinds] Living on the border life Without the mics probably be bored of life I imported this life Trying to make it large like order types They might want all the rights To spite me for the wrongs I write But it's Pro Era nigga, no error, know your warning rights It's all for the love of the game I'm really loving this game Even the sumchins got a love for our name I'm really, loving this game 'Cus at the end of the day It's nothing but me and the Pro's Blowin' smoke in your face
[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds] It ain't technical knowing tec's could pull But wrote the text to pull Trigger's on special foes Blasting heat, while I stash the heat Rollin' to studios Nigga's came up a day early but just a dollar short Trying to resort to finding resorts with my mind of thoughts I'm transporting torque when I talk And spittin' out smoke with exhaust Vibe to the complexity of a rolling stoner with the source Live from the The boroughs of New York, home of the BEASTCOAST And then we did a coastal tour, so what ya'll really want but more? It's all a game monopolizing for fame is their main objective Im so directed to the moments where my soul's perfected And it's not hard to stay in touch, just with the microphone's 'Cus knowing That's the one and only thing that I could only call on Without my Pro's to call on, I wouldn't have these flows surfers could fall on And internet surfers could blog on My inner circle never had it back to square one It's like the more light a nigga can see thats lit the more saviors I get
[Hook: Dessy Hinds] Living on the border life Without the mics probably be bored of life I imported this life Trying to make it large like order types They might want all the rights To spite me for the wrongs I write But it's Pro Era n