| Right now, I’m M.J. with the flu in him
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| But I still get my game on
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| Diamonds redder than the rainstorm
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| Act gutter, you get drained on
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| Highest niggas graduatin' college
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| And they still spellin' my name wrong
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| Sharp shot to the top spot
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| Bitch, I got my aim on
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| Walk like a king and I talk like I’m royalty
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| My sisters are my everything, and I’d never turn on my brother’s team
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| I used to watch my granny’s son
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| Sit in the kitchen and cut up a ki
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| He’d always tell me it’s nothin' to see
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| Santa Clause, I keep that tree
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| I’m receivin' blessin’s, I buy presents for my family now
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| I got brothers, bitch
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| I wore hand-me-downs
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| And when the streetlights came on
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| We ain’t go in the house
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| I was outside all day
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| I was thuggin' with the moon out
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| Steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| Reveivin' blessin’s, gettin' chickens, I was stressin'
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| I ain’t have a job at all
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| I was ridin' round with my beat, baby
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| Ready to rock on my whip
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| Now the whole church raise hands
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| Praise God when I step
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| I thank Allah for my sickness
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| Even though I ate first, I’mma still eat
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| I want the bleu cheese in the dressin'
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| We came a long way from harrassment
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| From the police and the residents
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| Somebody tell beat I got twenty straight, yeah, he good now
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| Just dropped that mixtape, we untouchables, that good style
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| Can’t feel my nuts no more, Allah, they could style
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| Got so many pints in my cabinet, little brick house
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| Act hard, I’mma pull your card
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| Pull the street, no boulevard
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| Sure as Hell, we all stars
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| Don’t come like porn stars
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| Steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye
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| I’m steady receivin' these blessin’s, gettin' that money, aye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Offerings , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album The Big Chang Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп