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Glorious path warriors clash it's a laborious task hordes of Fans swarm asking us for autographs How long the tour last? upgrade the boarding pass Corporate logos on our jackets For enormous cash I saved the raw For last format raps is automatic Hit the Tarmac and get savage Black sabbath y'all cats lack savvy She wanted a sugar daddy sitting on my lap with a phatty My skin was made of Cadillac fabric check my Posture hop on a chopper bypass the traffic Fly ass maverick not Novinsky I'm art like Davinci Iplay this game Mike Krzyzewski no weapons form Against me shall prosper See it I'm Lionel Messi I'm God in Argentina Partially in a league of my own rock coliseum sharply Catch the victory like Jordan versus team Barkley Veggie burgers garnished with some green parsley I say regular shit and make it seem godly I'm Capcom, Konami, fold u like origami Never eat salami I'm raw fish and wasabi When I spit philosophies they tell me not leave My pedagogy is uncut like pornography I got the logic of Cockran without a law degree It's hard for me to stay modest so gotta pardon me This is artistry genuine article over beats bust your Whole brain particle open when I release Socialize with ease scuba dive Sight-seeing in Aruba overnight with a freak Never plan it back in the day u would get reprimanded I was on Mount Sinai writing Ten Commandments I'm a philanthropist giving y'all my riches black listed At the gate knocked the doors off hinges Not to mention they want us being smart It's a cul-de-sack making dough like Goldman Sacks Holding my sack By all means like Malcom said I vouch for the dead P.M.S. chick Got wet the couch is red I'm Z dragon having a ball hacksaw Jim Duggan With a big budget packing tomorrow my flight leaves Polite steez bipolar rhymes schemes with speed sicker than E. coli Beef verbal Pilates it's color purple in the Lobby bust in a concentration camp murdering a nazi Concentrate more relax like the hair on Prince Dajour Chilling in a mansion with a kings decor No court dates we just play golf chicks they applause Hit jumpers more clutch then Reggie in the playoffs Navigating thru this chaos I learn that after The grief life can have u look back at a masterpiece The Past and the futures an illusion actually the presents Is where it's at there's no place I rather b Absolutely six pack abs with the muesli rocking Blue jeans in the jungle like Moogli Nothing y'all say move me I'm like Bruce Lee In a temple off the mental compliments of yours truly
Writer(s): Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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