Anita Franklin (Live)

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I'm just rappin' bout my life so I don't need debatin
This nigga singin' for the paper, he Anita Franklin
He gon' need a coroner after I leave him stankin
I'm chasin' greatness, I ain't stoppin' til I beat the rankings

Nigga, I ain't Ray Charles, I can see you hatin
You a cop like Carl, that's why your win's low
Flashin' money on the gram, but you don't spend though
I wrote long live Chedda Mike, and Low Ski and the pen book

Never talked they gotta incarcerate me
Can't take no petty deal, they gotta incorporate me
Can't extort a payment, tryin' to get my people off of that slave ship
Called me crazy when I woke up out that slave shit

If it's up there, then I'm a spaceship
Most of em ain't shit, ass niggas see me and don't say shit
Catch em slippin', I'm the icebreaker
Married to the game, and they was at the wedding throwin' rice, hatin

If I throw diamonds in my shoes, would I be ice skating
I pre-order all my kicks, I had the Mikes waitin
Yeah, I got the dead man hand, I had the ice danglin
Give me enough rope, I leave his hands danglin

This 4-5 spit 20 times before the clip changin
F*ck it, I'ma kill this shit tonight, they gon' wake up hatin
This 4-5 spit 20 times, that mean it's shit danglin
Get that call like that nigga gone, it can't shit change it

I'm just rappin' bout my life, so I don't need debatin
This nigga singin' for the paper, he Anita Franklin
He gon' need a coroner after I leave him stankin
I'm chasin' greatness, I ain't stoppin' till I beat the rankings

Nigga, I ain't Ray Charles, I can see you hatin
You a cop like Carl, that's why your win's low
Flashin' money on the gram, but you don't spend though
I wrote long live Chedda Mike and Low Ski in the Pen broke

Got my doctorate in rapology
That hatin' ain't gon' do shit but pull this rap outta me
No amount in the check can pull this black outta me
I'm the greatest and I ain't talkin' about astrology

Copy me, they say they want war, then call the cops on me
I don't care if it's slow money, long as it's costly
Found my own lane on the road, then let em' ride for free
They say it cost to see with your friends, I thought the price was cheap

Wishful thinkin', I thought if I left they'd get right with me
Time came for fearin' the king, I got that light in me
But ain't shit light with me, I'm 50 Zone they just affiliated
They don't wanna do no track with Dras and get humiliated

They don't wanna say it's really beef and meet the Grim Reaper
I been hot since Beenie Man was lookin' for keys to his Beamer
Niggas lose they bitch and assume I seen her
But my eyes wide shut, I guess it's just my demeanor

I'm just rappin' bout my life so I don't need debatin
This nigga singin' for the paper, he'll need a Franklin
He gon' need a coroner after I leave him stankin
I'm chasin' greatness, I ain't stoppin' til I beat the Rankins

Nigga, I ain't Ray Charles, I can see you hatin
You a cop like Carl, that's why your win's low
Flashin' money on the gram, but you don't spend no hour long
Lil' Chet, I'm likein' low-ski than a Pembroke

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