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Yo, yeah, it's time to rock them to sleep I spit bars that you gotta repeat
Every line is a gem, them a thousand apiece How you dissin' niggas that help you when you
Got on your feet
How you gon' sell a million records with no album release

Every time I get in the booth, it's like I'm out on the beach
I don't with the bad boy, loud records and Sony Shady records, you know me, they probably
thought I was phony It only made me beast, focus on the breach
I'm the same nigga with heavy promotion on the streets

42nd for the record If you pull up with your shit, then it probably
Get disrespected It's facts in it, back to business
Cause now rappers limits ain't passing up academics
A student of the game could prove you niggas lame

It's food for thought, I teach you roots, it's how to use your brain
I'm going super sane, Ruger shooting through the lane
So ahead of my time, I don't see that for future games
Yeah, so picture me fearing, man So hot, I can work on the sun with my bare hands

Think I give a f*ck about being given a fair chance
I don't give a f*ck who pitching, I'm hitting this grand slam
Home running, you don't want it I school them and bring them back with a homecoming
If 12 in the clip, it get hit with a whole dozen

How you call yourself tough when you rap on your own cousin
Turn snitches, burn bridges I don't need money from rap to curve bitches
If you don't wanna get jerked, nigga, then learn the business
Can't be love if you come with the worst wishes

I'm the same nigga out of regelling, surrounded by fellas who care
When your album is selling, the crowd isn't yelling
Yeah, keep your eyes open, watch everything around you
If time is money, then you gotta know your vows, yeah

Do what I want you doing, what they allow you
Counting your kings, f*ck who they giving the crown to
Can only call it God, you talk about my speed
I put checks on the squad like them jerseys in the league

I ain't flirting with fleas or working with D's
And it's up, so I'm about to put the curtains in the V's
We drop the first album on the curbs in Virginia
And for beef, them shots get returned to the cinder

And speaking to the left, I leave a mess
Paramedics, nigga, EMS
If they ain't know before, then tell them that we the next
Tell them this shit is easy, they breed it, me and the jet

You ain't gotta believe in what's leading me to success
I see it, we was the people using its flesh
From the east to the west, I'm moving with no past
No bloods, no crips, homie, it's no flag

It used to do the robbery, shop it with no bag
One size fit all when it comes to them choke tags

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