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Never had no patience, I got signed before I graduated And I had good grades shit, but God damn I had to make it In school didn't know how to use computers, made the rawest statements I knew exactly what I was doing since I put paws to pavement Every block I walked [?] workers paid them Put palms to face when commas wasted on some basics, basic shit I'd rather drop some dough and know my homies ate some shit Than have some glaze up on my wrist, look Heard some shit about my flag, lot of fucking talk It's simple, I'm mixed, don't fit into a fucking box Ain't a riddle to this shit, it's just poppy tryna pop That's just Patty tryna rap, John Gotti of the flock Bob Marley with the pot, smash hits on the pot Yeah, that's what I want Do me and still be hot, it's a fucking bop Can't do green, blue screen, too much green I rock Ya heard I've been on some next shit since the debt shit Even when I get shit it's on to the next shit Been on, I'ma get mine since back in the Mets hat But I don't got time to fucking reflect back So I froze up then I rose up, 4 Clove Club Cold what, coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts No more half halves, make a flag, throw it up Get a bag, blow a buck Get it back, grow it up Songtexte Not enough time to not grind Been sonned too many times to not shine Beer for breakfast, here in the Texas Uber here, it's a Lexus Or am I wit' it, some press shit Next shit, next shit, shit's depressing I don't even get it, even when I got it man it's on to the next shit I'ma be honest I ain't even want it by the time it get depressing Now its all wack (Fax), but a motherfucker gotta bounce back, refresh it Testing questions, [?], thinking I'ma learn some lessons I ain't gotta learn no shit, I just gotta burn a spliff and blessing As my profession flexing and I earn this shit, a professor Tenure, drink while class in session Stink of ash and Benson Edges came with a pack henchmen, I'm back And I ain't been this sick since back in Peckham Matter fact back when I was that rapping freshman, schmacked I've been on some next shit since the debt shit Even when I get shit it's on to the next shit Been on, I'ma get mine since back in the Mets hat But I don't got time to fucking reflect back So I froze up then I rose up, 4 Clove Club Cold what, coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts No more half halves, make a flag, throw it up Get a bag, blow a buck Get it back, grow it up You motherfucker, you, you white motherfucker I told you to get the fuck out You fucking piece of shit Aus Songtexte Mania