Lyrics:
the Amazon hunting
Poisonous dart bars I'm throwing by the hunnets
I got stamina like a marathon runner
Motion picture I'm a paramount wonder
See the tan I got
worked at Wendy's, four for four
(For real)
Come to my job and get sent to the Lord
(Come on) by twenty-one I was rockin' Dior
I'm tryna be rich by
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
(X10)
You ever been banned up by the seaside listening to NPR?
Case papers in this tiny desk, not the one from NPR (uh)
I probably know that
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
til I get up to multi
Visions clear just like I'm seeing with 4 eyes
And stay sharp like cummerbunds and a bow tie
You know my family gotta be close by
blind as shit, like
Rockin’ for free, doing an album overseas
Going to Tahiti a second time
To split two G’s
Shit, I coulda went back by myself
But I
four
Hey! What are you doing? What's goin' on?
Woody: Sorry.)
Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet
As a slave to that ubiquitous beat
Visions
With Princess Diana
By the paparazzi in a car crash
Donny Dazzler
Mad at the puzzles
These people throwing at cha
Mad rapper
Know Mad Hatter
Helped me
I done been through a lot of shit by this age, been in my bag been getting paid
Been playing with the glizzy, been taking fades
Age ain't nothing but
chilling by myself hanging with my jewelry (Woo)
I be going 101 on Loop 101
Shawty want to fuck with a Champion I ain't no runner up
I'm a run my digits up,
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain
Distant life, never before seen
Deep sleep in deep sea. Nerves are torn from their ends
It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
I beat up the pack then flip
That
Bruh got bags gone ship that
Bitches on dicks dont kiss that
Kick the bitch go get that
The 4s probably already
I been making all this cash like my whip: TOO FAST
I ain't got one just yet but once i do move past
Shoutout 4TC yeah we the niggas with the stacks
but I'm kicking that door in
I call that girl Wendy cause I fucked her before and she just pulled up and she riding with four friends
Riding in Miami
This street shit getting deep dont know who really with me
The road never been sweet this shit fifty fifty
It ain't been twenty four hours how I get
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