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Once upon a time, not long ago We made some dope records at The motherfucking Halo I'm old school so I get to the point quicker You past your prime like an overweight stripper My time to fuck around, right around zero You ask me twenty times, Warren Buffett's still my hero I'm out here chasing dinero like Bobby De Niro I'ma buy a neighborhood and be somebody hero Always hang with weirdos, my homies is my kinfolk We dick your girlie real slow, old school medicine shelf Make 'em see a rainbows like shooting free throws Chasing checks is all we know, there they go at the do' I'm always blessed, not stressed, it could be armed incest I don't just try fly-ness, I'm like a litmus test You must be confused, you think you wanna diss this That's like an atheist that's celebrating Christmas Liar is your element like Lithium and Argon I'm here to prove it, you losing gives me a hard on Got bars long, from married moms selling Arbonne The Stella Artois coaster poster with the hard gloss I'm from Maine where I don't gotta keep my car locked M's on my mind like I'm playing for Jim Harbaugh I'm not restricted to conventional thought I risk it all, got balls like intentional walks You make me wanna tee-hee like Rob Gronk Songtexte'cause life's a bitch like it was your dog's mom You think your circle's dope but P. Dank know it isn't, though You're all a bunch of squares like some sticky notes I'm a nice guy, but my jaw is mean Your rhymes weaker than the hand on the claw machine So fuck your concert, bro, I'm mad I came to it I had a better time getting robbed in St. Louis They tried to doubt me from the first verse and I laid the tape But I pride myself when I made a mistake [?] where the rest was, keep my racks up Gotta step up or stay away No doors in my bars, no Xanny Flows more like nose candy, no Mars, still my whole family's large And we gracin' stages, amazin' pacin', we lace the page with Some folks'll fake it 'til they come face to face with the greatness You lazy fading suckers who fuck up a beat, I dump and repeat We four duffles and then touch you and fuck up your week Told dudes I showed to prove [?] I'm breaking flows 'til the show improve Either [?] We move swiftly, the crew's with me, the mood uplift me Shoot the harpoon from the calypso to skew the fishies Your view is iffy, your image is weak Over before you started, you artists too timid to speak The meek shall inherit the shit that I choose to leave without Peace, believe me, it's Mike Beasley, the beat's pieces, I'm out I backslap rappers physically and vocally, I'm the one y'all hope to be A motherfucking giant, it's impossible not to notice me I'll Sean Carter roundhouse, that's the shit that I'm about I don't need no topic, I just say some shit and sound it out A motivated man, with a master plan Dropping verses over bangers thanks to God.Damn.Chan I turn Gold River stone killer, jealous fucking spade bitter While I'm steady laughin', I'm 'bout to make this happen Y'all some sing-along silly fucks, talk slick but really suck Tell your moms to call me, I got ways for her to make a buck I don't need no luck, I got the gift, fuck a "what if" I'm what is that dopeness, y'all motherfuckers hopeless I spaz out and start slapping up people I'm a beast with an attitude, I'm oh so evil This is part one of one, ain't gon' be no sequel And as far as rapping go, I've never met my equal, one Aus Songtexte Mania