Now this is what i call an evening
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Return of the king of flow
We magnetizing the ghetto
My fame's no mistakesince the deal
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
Of the book of your life
We hustle to survive
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Feeling, of appealing
I'm doing the same thing
I from kentucky. i got the mussel. i got the money. i got yellow hummer with the three on it.
You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
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