Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
And that´s how it has begun
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
It was up to me to choose it
They was on that mase shit
My talent should take me places i've never been
I felt like it was time to begin
Time to get up and take action.
Visions, dreams of passion
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
A thug niggas in tha house
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Alright lord you know what time it is, it's time for me to school you up
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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