| Every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect
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| He got disrespected in the hood and he just set
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| When I bought my white Corvette it touched my mother’s heart
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| When I stepped on the pedal the pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx
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| Called Delano up, turned the rally stripes to fucking art
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| Then introduced my son to Teyana Taylor at Rucker Park
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| Look, fag, this BE4, I don’t have no E-G-O
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| You don’t want no static eh, y’all should have your TV low
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| Y’all the fakes, these are the breaks, y’all the cast of CB4
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| Am I an underground artist? |
| No, I’m completely low
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| I’m so low I could sell this booth as my new cellar
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| I could sell a Jewish fella suit to a shrewd tailor
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| Who better? |
| I can sell a shovel to the Devil
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| Then turn around and I can sell the scoop to a newsletter
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| Feeling like God only kicked Moses on the snare
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| Allah on the flyer and this bitch emoting on a prayer
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| Fuck these labels, fuck you label hoes focused on despair
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| Fuck radio, I’m already floating on the air
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| I ain’t here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead
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| These fans are programmed to change and forget
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| In this white man’s world I’m just a black who ain’t in the red
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| Who hasn’t had a hat he can hang on regret
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| Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect
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| Who has a rather insane intellect
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| I would rather ride a train to success
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| That’s plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress
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| Maybe I’m Red, maybe I’m Meth, maybe I’m less
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| Maybe I’m crazy like Macy Gray, baby, I’m blessed
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| The hoes praising me like maybe I’m next
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| 'Cause I’m wavy, my flow Avion wet
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| I’m so amazing, I’m Jay Z, I’m Treach
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| I’m feeling like KRS in the flesh
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| In the 80s, but more 94' Shady I guess
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| We taking the feeling back from the wealthy, rich and shining
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| Uncla Murda this and Suge is more healthy for the genre
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| Porsche pushing, motor whoofing
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| Under the hood it sound like horses hoofing
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| I never ran from a soul, but I got promoters booking
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| I keep a hand full of something to fold
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| I’m just here to tell you the facts
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| The mayor slipped and fell through the cracks
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| Like the quarter’s is under your sofa cushion
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| Man, I remember these hoes used to overlook me
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| Now they come to my shows and throw their panties on stage
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| Or they just say «fuck it' and throw the pussy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magnolia , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Bar Exam 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп