Expectations

Verse 1: Cas Metah
It's what you come to expect
That raw hip hop in ya deck
And for the record, yeah
I'm still cool with Illect
They helped put me on
So respect to the death
Peace to Plastic he allowed me to stretch
Back to independent I released Old Fashioned
Then one year later, signed to Soulspazm
But a full time rap career, no platinum
Have ya low grabbing coleslaw or chromed magnum
Flow so def it come in closed caption
But music ain't paying the bills it's so backwards
The games changed from when I first raptured
Ugh, Jesus Christ these cats are so passive
Lord forgive me but I had ta
Lose my religion full of half truth and absolute bastards
Cuz Some of them sons only really half moons
On that "pass the collection, cash rules"
Much love to the authentic God driven
Y'all keep sticking to them assists like Scott Pippen
And love to the fans who know I'm not tripping
Cuz y'all understand the purpose, plot, vision
I'm a sinner living in a flawed system
It's Always The Hard Way like Dibbs and Rob Viktum
A mixtape mixture of Walt White and Walt Whitman
It's gonna be a long ride, just go on, get in

Hook: Cas Metah
Blessed to be the best in the pedigree
Never expect less than heat when we wet the streets
Flow pro's that rep the team and set the speed
Yes indeed, best believe (x2)

Verse 2: Lyriz
I'm not a gimmick, this is art, I'm in it for the ride
Cynical arsenic I'm killing them online
Flow so tremendous, smack you so descendants
Feel it, my ascendance on your name mention this
Senselessness through my sentences
Ain't no question this is the best it gets
Confess your sins, take your vestiges
Take your severance package, check your messages
You punk ass bitch, can't just wreck my shit
Fuck you think this is? Me and Cas are the business
End of this monster, and it gets harder
The world keeps spinning, increase the profit margin
Stepping stones cold Providence Road
Told them back then get what you sow
Unacceptable I take no O's, 'cept the initial on my last name
Aye "O" well, like I took aim, blaow!

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Verse 3: MP Ancient
We took the expectations, the tones been set
Set forth to tone it down, no stone Begets
I condone a lot of shinning, But my known regrets
Full blown no compensation for my blood, my sweat
No drugs, no sex, but highlight a lot of skeezers
Scaly wags and Teasers, that Lollygag with Jesus
Silver to the Judas while I bare it like a nudist
The Who’s, who have never heard of me, I guess you blew it
I’m Guru status in my cult of personality
Premier when I cut casually, Produce casualties
One time for the bar that still raising
Two, three, four, for the shots that won’t graze em
Mandalay Bay one shooter that’s amazing
Two muzzle flashes, one killer their Portraying
Now paint a picture of this world that we stay in
Beautiful, and wicked, evil, love, Expectations

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