Lyrics:
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Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?
The Joker's dead
So for now 'til forever you're stuck with the kid
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
didn't work for me for you
When everything we make or to do
Is gone or distorted.
Now nobody sees U.F.O.s
And there's nowhere new for us to go
And even if
didn't work for me for you
When everything we make or to do
Is gone or distorted.
Now nobody sees U.F.O.s
And there's nowhere new for us to go
And even if
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
honor
And show gratitude for d things we do
We appreciate d grace n d mercy too
And for all we in2 n all been through
Is by His will so He will see u
from, uh, Mr campa, man
Painting from Wes Lang
Hung in my space like a relative
That you ain't seen in a minute
Called on the telephone
And when they see
viciously
This guy I didn't know, walked up to me
But the closer he got, the more I could tell
It was the man they call Howard Cosell
The guy you'd see
and they wanna give me stuff free
Thats something that I'll never understand
Yo I can afford it give the break to the next man
You say I'm a star 'cause I'm
're dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
Hallelujah, thank you Lord
We still alive don't let them take what's yours
Hallelujah, thank you Lord
I'm feeling like the man, this make me wanna dance
I'm
hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my mama, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
I'm 'bout
and a balcony pool I can see it already
Then get a passive income just to count it up and send it all back to olady
If it's a long stretch I'm Van Damme
Whatever
finna let you know
I tried rolling with punches, man, but I can't roll for shit
I've been knocked down for the count, so many times I almost quit
Sleeping
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
the bag
Acting like you don't see it right there
I ain't even got to count 'cuz you know what I'm about
So you know it better be all there
Had a man
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
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