Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Return of the king of flow
Now them broads gon' follow
Of the book of your life
Before we see it's hard to live
Lights please, lights please
Top of my pile of bodies
Out of this coviction of feelings
So here i am at the store for some chips
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit
Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions
I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Tell me to check the blue prints. think that makes you the true prince?
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