See, now im the fucking king
Them people, they talking
And now i see it , everything seems so bright
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
Once it was cut been out of luck, i've had to fight to the death
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.
And of course on my parade it should fucking rain
I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain
Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,
The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves
And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit
And we're tired of you fucking faggots, so can it
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
The freshness of my breath bring your death
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