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'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
mutha fucka
9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!)
Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!)
All the pimps, playas
was burned
I cried all those tears. I searched all those years to find how I feel
Damn, superheroes ain’t real
[You mean so much to me] (3x
5. MAN OF MACHINE 7:37
(Written by John Payne for John Payne Music)
There's a place within this heart of mine
There's a dream I need to see
For ten
shows there
Jason Bruce, a.k.a. J-Bru was on tour with me back then
And he toured with me for almost ten years after that
Eventually my brother Mike
time again
D the enemy, tellin' you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush
you're dead
What two man step
You ain't gone on a ped
You ain't dicing no head
Sorry - had to say it with chest
Me x E we're greedy
Watch my man he got put
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
Ten number one albums in a row
Who better than me?
Only the Beatles nobody ahead of me
I crush Elvis in his blue suede shoes
Made the rolling stones
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Right
a million dollar dream
Of swervin' 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
hurrah
Pre-Chorus-cm, F, cm, E
Counting down to new beginnings
Counting down to having fun x2
Chorus- C, cm, F, G
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Happy New year, Happy
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E
Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth
Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
was fired
Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin' bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in
was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968
about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Mil' on the wax, mil' on the car
Ten mil' on the crib honey grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast by ten
Lil' trick, you a star, trick
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
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