Gateway 2000 (feat. $tu $Imon)
Kevin1100
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Always distracted by the things that I’m attracted to Like fast coupes with the roofs that’s retractable To tell the truth I was through with living practical Just tryna ride 500 horses with no saddle yo Doing the most with a little bit So when I get rich then you know that this kid gon’ be sick with it Long as I’m eating I’m spitting lines worth tweeting And that’s the bottom line like pound sign real nigga shit My life is trending, I’m tired of blending In with these fools that sleep on my beginnings ‘Cause in the ending, I’m making these ends meet And that’s my M.O. that’s N-O pretending I’ll get my kinfolk in these limo’s thats bending Corners round the world like their luxury’s lengthy So we yolo till we die, then its mansions in the sky right Glad to be alive, hallelujah, praise God But while on earth, I’m emphasizing the differences Between you regulars and my dudes that’s reinventing this Game we bout to get up in, so get a pen and take notes ‘Cause you c-sharp dudes out here handlin’ And dismantling instrumental tracks with great flows So be grateful, ‘cause the auditory’s tasteful I waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful Of that great pull, you gon’ learn but this ain’t school The shampoo I use make my pubes smell like fresh fruit She love it when I rap, cuz now her nigga getting’ fresh too I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain I know some hoes, but I’m out the game Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, f*ck the fame I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain I know some hoes, but I’m out the game Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, f*ck the fame (You can’t) You can’t save what you don’t make Niggas get paid to act like a slave This everyday in the US of A The nigga on stage found his escape Tightened up his jays and then he ran a way And went from naps to braids Braids to waves And then he got faded off haterade Swerved bull shit like escalades On 28s around barracades So let the haters hate On this amazing grace This ain’t a paper chase But the paper straight Fresh from the press Spend some, save some, burn the rest I don’t believe in beef so get it off ya chest Gettin’ paid to preach cus my speech is blessed Each and every phrase I say, will make you think that I’m a seasoned vet We killin’ this shit till the beat is dead To make it live on Cuz we champions Ya’ll ambien Sleepin’ on a nigga that’s handling I just make it happen then plan again Got more drive than Americans But don’t mistake that for no arrogance Cus that would be too ‘unamerican’ (say what?) Better salute the flag soldier… Say what? Better stand in place… Nigga say what? Shit! I said stand in place young nigga… F*ck’s wrong whichu?... F*ck that shit… The hand of the man in the kitchen Is grabbin the pans and the dishes He’s whippin’ some chickens The end of his mission is tender and crispy He grew up on chitlins in Silver (that’s true) His mother’s Elizabeth He’s gotta whole buncha brothers and sisters with The oldest of all of the siblings The darkest of all of the children He’s probly got knowledge and wisdom to pass and depart (Like what?) Like how to go start you a business Or slaughter a hog and process a sausage Or get you some sauces to go with your entrée I gotta go watch and just listen And sop like a mop or a biscuit I bought me a cannon to document all of my kinsmen answering all of my quizzin’ And all of this talking is profit I promise to use it to win me an Oscar And author a doc about South Carolina The honor and drama of tryna get dollars Mommas with Hondas and three baby fathers No matter the city, the town, or the county These niggas is chillin but down to get rowdy Out we been counted but losin’ is doubted And then we took it from the jump drive, to the e-mail Just a nigga living life for the details Sell and re-tell on different tracks Never derail when I called Raiin and put it on the tracks My mind is trained, so I sell it back Cus I know the truth I saw’em in the mirror, then I hit the booth I saw’em in the mirror then I hit the booth I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain I know some hoes, but I’m out the game Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, f*ck the fame I ain’t got shit to lose, I got a lot to gain I know some hoes, but I’m out the game Rappin’ like a pro (but without) nigga, f*ck the fame
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