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This a high like that make my ears pop Killing shit with no teardrops A lot niggas just appear hot The same difference between a guard and a real cop Blowing smoke till it's real fire Yes I a mixture of goat rhymers Flows of all kind of Feed me paper like binders Riding dirty Had to photoshop the binder Daily reminder what I'm here for I'm praising god like Yolanda Amen Shall I proceed In the draft to the pro league Could score and play goalie No one could hold me God chose me In the field like holy Get respect from OG's And they don't even know me But know that I am so me Yeah No question bout my character Keep bars like Attica If I subtract you I ain't mad at you We was adding up Circle smaller than a toe ring no room passengers Took the stairs now we sliding down the gold banisters So much in store like canisters I'm not no amateur I been humble for too long It's time I do em scandalous Even Olivia can't handle this I went through all these storms And kept the candle lit She did things to hurt me deep Like where the mantle is The spectrum of my beliefs I been channeling Too talented for my own good I'm seeking management Yeah Fuck it I got the juice Nantuckets Degeneration won't hesitate to tell you suck it Through dedication I was able to make you love it This motivation 101 I'm far from thuggish Because what I'm draped in Flamboyant but I keep it rugged Move to my own tik tok Grandfathered to hip hop Pioneer like Hitchcock In full control of this plot I never played with hens I could never be what I'm not But hustle till I could sell my breathe in a ziploc Headed to the tiptop I been on my Shit like depens Why should he stop I been on my Shit like depens Wait till he drop
Writer(s): Brian Bourne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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