| I feel rejuvenated soup and potatoes moving up the table fresh cream pies
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| shooting up her naval
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| We Televised thru cable still liable to slay you
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| These lines fatal I can make a live wire stable
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| Survived the cradle turned into a live volcano crater
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| The games soft that’s what happens when u enables betas
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| I’m just a paper maker my music don’t label cater
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| Curse impersonators urban legend I’m a fable breaker
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| These women chase me like I play for the Lakers
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| Only on PlayStation, the first rapper on a paid vacation
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| Faithful to the game you hateful when u see us win
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| Like Kane and Abel, the expression on ya face betrays you
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| You outdated, I’m a cross between Styles P and Miles Davis
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| Went overseas without a touring agent
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| Like Dalhseim across the room slap you
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| When I die they’ll take my body make a tomb statue
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| Keep ya opinions for birds bitch who asks you
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| Get a new asshole already blew passed you
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| In a time capsule landed up at White Castle
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| Scholars studying my paragraphs like Matthew
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| You got gassed cause they throw a couple likes at chu?
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| That foul energy u give we throw it back at chu
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| Plus ya album was wack we want our money back
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| It’s over dummy we back
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| We walking thru the gate like two titans
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| Sprinkle a little ignorance but not too righteous
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| 2 dollars bills gets you two pizza slices
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| So pay attention I shoot a missile thru ya iris
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| We walking thru the gate like two titans
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| Sprinkle a little ignorance but not too righteous
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| 2 dollars short will give your face 2 slices
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| So pay attention I bring the real to your iris
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| A yo
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| I’m Black Gold
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| A ray of light in this black hole
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| And on the track
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| I lay my life like i’m RAMO
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| This world is ice cold
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| You niggas lack code
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| Back against the wall
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| I can do this with my eyes closed
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| Or a blindfold
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| I let the dice roll
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| And if the beat-nuts
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| More or Les I’m Psycho
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| It’s money pussy & hydro
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| I stand alone I iso
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| There’s not a nigga that I owe
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| To every nigga that I know
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| I’m like a raisin in the sun
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| Daddy was a solider
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| And he raised me like a gun
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| I’m fully loaded
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| With no safety and hair trigger
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| The 80's made me a crack baby
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| Don’t fear niggas
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| When money talk
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| Don’t hear niggas
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| I paint a picture so vivid
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| It’s like you here with us
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| You hear the lord
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| Thru the aux chord
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| No collect it’s direct
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| When the lord call
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| No corner pockets
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| On corner pockets we 8 ball
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| Don’t take short
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| We take yours
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| Then take off
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| Then God bless
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| You listening to God’s best
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| I was raised with the sinners
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| Around the Godless
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| But I’m a leave with the crown
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| Nigga regardless
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| Yes
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| We walking thru the gate like two titans
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| Sprinkle a little ignorance but not too righteous
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| 2 dollars bills gets you two pizza slices
|
| So pay attention I shoot a missile thru ya iris
|
| We walking thru the gate like two titans
|
| Sprinkle a little ignorance but not too righteous
|
| 2 dollars short will give your face 2 slices
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| So pay attention I bring the real to your iris |