Lyrics:
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Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
But no way they can see in though
a carnival
But y'all won't let me be or see
'cause I'm so D F that I'm considered a G
I be H I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell
Go Find yourself a new plug
The fuck I don't
I built this shit me
brick by brick
And I'll be damned if I let you tear it down just because you don't
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
and feeling really near bro
I been feelin' in album mode
So sweet, like it be à la mode
So street, I guess that's how my fashion go
Yeah I keep it a hundred
on a beat, now watch as I just bob and weave (What else?)
See I go 'til I D-I-E, Fly Eli, they behind
So be blind, I throw mine while he lyin'
I got some
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
rest or time to stop
Oh, they worked side by side
Underneath the hot fresnel lights
Flood the set with their heavy glow
And right before the final show
Focus is grinding fa sure
I now
Know the grind never ends
I'm coming to win
Rest in peace Katie Lee
Your son down here trying to do it big
Motivated by
like a Jedi master
I Did It By The Book boy but this is a new chapter
I ain’t no killer but I know niggas if you touch me they’ll come around
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
they copy US
They gon see
Art of War's in my blood, tread lightly
Be like Lee
Channel Bruce how I live my life,
I'm a Warrior, living by the code
and Hennasy
What the MC's see on Tenerife
We drink LP's at least ten a week
I look young but the bouncer's know the D
So they never ask me to see ID ha, I'm
lee
Since a youngin I been hoopin on concreet
My wrist is sponsored by fiji and nestley
Letter b on the keys its a Bentley
Yea we got the piece
Let me
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
Japanese say I'm kawaii
Fuck Naruto, fight like Rock Lee
Better go crazy like a super saiyan
Tell him go harder I'm not fucking playing
Got bad
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
Hi-Tech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices
When the opps see me, they're scared
They tryna plea and coppin' deuces
Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse
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