Poetic Justice
Gee
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These niggas turned singers cause they scared to rap How weird is that? Niggas gotta sell them packs Like a pair of uptowns, you gotta wear your strap I set traps in the crib cause I'm scared of rats You know who it be, nigga with the coldest flows It's championships when all ya niggas know they roles I'm no J. Cole, trust me this the warm up, homie I'm out for anyone thinkin' they can get one up on me I'm the big homie, I'm just tryna get bigger, ya heard? Back in middle school, I thought that I was Jigga, ya heard? I kick the real like a scripture, giving niggas the word I dabble in dirt, cause rent always due on the first Take a picture with a Kodak, I'm a highlight real I spent a day with ya bitch, ask her how life feel? I don't know about you cats, dog, but my life real Take a step inside my shoes, see how my life feel Word to Rza, imma bring the ruckus, I'm so ill That I leave you niggas in ya crutches, I'm so real That I make her go to get the Dutches, thug life We gon call this shit Poetic Justice, that's real Word to Rza, imma bring the ruckus, I'm so ill That I leave you niggas in ya crutches, I'm so real That I make her go to get the Dutches, thug life We gon call this shit Poetic Justice, that's real I came to set the tone in a major way Virginia nigga pulled up rockin' Bathing Ape Shout out to all the hustlers that paved the way My grandma worked two jobs to put my clothes on Layaway No father but honestly, he just a poor excuse I'm on my grind to make sure I can afford the coupe One of the realist in it, I provide more than proof Had the juice since Q let go of Bishop on the roof I'm a show stopper, ain't no guessing, I flow propper I done lived through more drama than soap operas She get a call from me if she say her throat propper I act a fool on this shit but need no Oscar I'm a pro at this, the world is mine and the atlas We risk freedom for dollars, cause we already at risk I'm giving game, this ain't just rap shit I pull a Iverson if we talkin' practice Word to Rza, imma bring the ruckus, I'm so ill That I leave you niggas in ya crutches, I'm so real That I make her go to get the Dutches, thug life We gon call this shit Poetic Justice, that's real Word to Rza, imma bring the ruckus, I'm so ill That I leave you niggas in ya crutches, I'm so real That I make her go to get the Dutches, thug life We gon call this shit Poetic Justice, that's real
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Written by: FERHAN CEYLAN, GERALD SHEPPARD
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