Then lost her faith again
I got here in the game,
Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/
And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates
The realest in the game, i'm bumpin' tupac in this bitch
And these artists don't need me they already rich
I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,
Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow
'least i know when i go with this flow they'll remember this,
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
You've seen my flow you no i can compete with the rest
You're not usin' your brain
I need to change the game,
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
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