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Fuck it nigga I'm back, ain't no one man to rap Can stop this train on its tracks, I'm the realest nigga in rap Currently and before this, have you see what you all missed Cuz I will never stop till my currency's on the Forbes list It's do or die motherfucker On that Madisons if you survive motherfucker Who side you on? You see me on TMZ, you hate me for being me So fuck that bitch and the powers that be Now you've been warned I'm calm, I got that from growing old You sold them souls, made a lot of money but sold your soul and so just call Foolery will get you nowhere, don't even go there It's so clear, got a sixth sense, they call me cosin Did a song with J Roc and Kendrick, do your forensics Search for all the clues, I pray that you get offended The first nigga on this side to toss em a shot The first nigga on this side to thought he was hot Ask that nigga Big KRIT, who's the first that he spit with? When rappers comin up I'm that nigga they tryna get wit But when the tables turn I get treated just like a misfit An outcast, give me 3000 more, I can outclass I'm screamin where my real niggas? These old niggas is runnin behind these lil niggas Some Philly nigga's the biggest slave on the plantation But I own my masters, don't keep the feds waitin Fuck it nigga I'm here, ain't nobody to fear SongtexteI'm a king but they ain't give me the throne, they gave me the chair Electrifying the mic, it's still denying them nice I'm still supplying the white, it's the streets I'm tryin to fight I'm captivated with tracks I'm makin Let's get em waving and make you niggas retract yo statements Decapitation from lacerations, I'll bash your face in I think you ran out of time, don't keep your casket waitin Procrastination, yall niggas stay on that cool shit Colorful clothes, dancing around, buffoon shit I stay in tune prick I see that spoon drip balloon clips Visions down state, stay on that goon shit, army fatigue, platoon shit Full of it, it gets you nowhere Don't even go there, they so scared Devour my prey cuz they got no prayer And now it's so clear, it's crystal light So crystal they call me Mr. White for these fiends trading they kryptonite It's 2 Pac in his new body, big perm with 2 shotties I'm a soldier so I don't do molly Nigga I'm 2 Gotti's, Erwin John I'm a gangsta that know the bizz, a perfect don That's what is wrong, made me swear on my mama I'ma load up the lama and blow the scene like Osama I don't whack like Obama, still I be presidential Smoking ganja in Ghana, I murder whoever sent you Aus Songtexte Mania