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ga I can make four more albums off memory!
Ya’ll ain’t never goin be better than me
I’m a do this till I’m 80
Everybody wanna rhyme like HOV
Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rove
Climbing in them hoes
Mind like a diamond I’ll blind you at the shows
I don’t shine I glow
I remind you of that dough, don’t I?
Did I? Hustle the game just the thought alone
Ya’ll ain’t never goin be better than me
I’m a do this till I’m 80
Everybody wanna rhyme like HOV
Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rove
Climbing in them hoes
Mind like a diamond I’ll blind you at the shows
I don’t shine I glow
I remind you of that dough, don’t I?
Did I? Hustle the game just the thought alone
Give me a boner Coach cater to a comma
Can’t out hustle a hustler, you can’t outplay a player
This rap shit is a layup
In my former biz motherfuckers would spray ya
In the music biz motherfuckers just say stuff
Spit on you and spray yeah
niggas just play tough
When the cameras on, When the cameras gone
Niggas want to set up meetings
‘Cause they know most likely when I see em’ I’m a set
up a beating
Windows no tints, cars no rims
That’s because we handle ours like grown men
I ain’t touch a wheel since I drove the benz
That’s considered a coupe,
nah I ain’t souped
I was telling the truth and you Tom Cruise
You can’t handle it
handle it nigga is what I do
I tried to be modest on Blueprint 2 But ya’ll don’t respect modest, ya’ll respect ma
dollars
You got to believe I think like a artist
But my bills through the roof can’t do numbers like The
Roots
No disrespect
I be trying to disconnect
But niggas keep pulling me back in, I’m trapped in
My pops got a liver disorder
My whole living's disordered, and I just got his living room
ordered
And you wonder why the chip on my shoulder is more like a
brick or a boulder
You’ll understand maybe when you get older
Got a hundred niggas on your dick saying you ought to record
like this
Or what have you
, niggas is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, ‘cause they can’t have you
Press want to know about the daughter of Matthew
Now it’s back to the hood again
all black hood again
Back to old ladies saying what I could’ve been
Back to the gats – you forgot I’m real good with them
They goin put a nigga in jail, oh well
If I can’t, do it, homie it can’t be done
I’m the one – I’m not the two not the three not the
four the five
I take the pain from my life pour it all aside
Take my strain and my stride, take my ego and pride
Used them to kick down the door, brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain’t think I wrote this
To entertain you, cause that ain’t what I came to do
I will bang you, I will act like orangutans do
I give you hot wings turn niggas to angels
Understand my angle, I’m safety first, don’t make me act
like the safety that work
Tough niggas get it the worst, I’m begging you come for us
I’m giving motherfuckers dirt comforters
Night night nigga take a dirt nap… I know you hear the
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Can’t out hustle a hustler, you can’t outplay a player
This rap shit is a layup
In my former biz motherfuckers would spray ya
In the music biz motherfuckers just say stuff
Spit on you and spray yeah
niggas just play tough
When the cameras on, When the cameras gone
Niggas want to set up meetings
‘Cause they know most likely when I see em’ I’m a set
up a beating
Windows no tints, cars no rims
That’s because we handle ours like grown men
I ain’t touch a wheel since I drove the benz
That’s considered a coupe,
nah I ain’t souped
I was telling the truth and you Tom Cruise
You can’t handle it
handle it nigga is what I do
I tried to be modest on Blueprint 2 But ya’ll don’t respect modest, ya’ll respect ma
dollars
You got to believe I think like a artist
But my bills through the roof can’t do numbers like The
Roots
No disrespect
I be trying to disconnect
But niggas keep pulling me back in, I’m trapped in
My pops got a liver disorder
My whole living's disordered, and I just got his living room
ordered
And you wonder why the chip on my shoulder is more like a
brick or a boulder
You’ll understand maybe when you get older
Got a hundred niggas on your dick saying you ought to record
like this
Or what have you
, niggas is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, ‘cause they can’t have you
Press want to know about the daughter of Matthew
Now it’s back to the hood again
all black hood again
Back to old ladies saying what I could’ve been
Back to the gats – you forgot I’m real good with them
They goin put a nigga in jail, oh well
If I can’t, do it, homie it can’t be done
I’m the one – I’m not the two not the three not the
four the five
I take the pain from my life pour it all aside
Take my strain and my stride, take my ego and pride
Used them to kick down the door, brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain’t think I wrote this
To entertain you, cause that ain’t what I came to do
I will bang you, I will act like orangutans do
I give you hot wings turn niggas to angels
Understand my angle, I’m safety first, don’t make me act
like the safety that work
Tough niggas get it the worst, I’m begging you come for us
I’m giving motherfuckers dirt comforters
Night night nigga take a dirt nap… I know you hear the
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