And it's the 5th (uh huh) repetitive (nah) highly (all right) classy and (yeah) I'm gettin' busier, can't you I got the rhymes sound so well
And the 5th element, repetitive, competitive, and elegant, I'm busier, can't you tell?, I got the rhymes that sound so
Yeah, I got no to waste, back and it's to embrace, kid is too nice, I ain't flat on my face, I it out, Yeah, guess I'm the case, and I ain't up, infact, I'm detachin' the so, believe me I say it, I ain't gunna no, from no man, especially no assholes, is to much, I flex like muscle, and I a hustla but I'm livin' off my hustle, in the grates, the track, Went from rapper who produced to who raps, kid, respect drive if you don't rhymes, we all got our but I still stood the test of time.
And ever I started movin' up, and popped off class, I've been gettin' more attention and often ass, listen, women, stand sluts, fucked, irritating, all of the (yep) my flow pretty, rhymes ain't gritty, I'm in from the country livin' in the city, and record never saw a thing in me, but I can and a thousand kids sing with me, a day hippy, yeah, up the norm, smoke dope, you can say I'm bakin' up a I like I'm sixteen, spit like a pro, wear the same clothes in every video and second show, is me, tryin' to do it comfortably, lazy as but I run my own company, and most music, I despise it, but I hate on everything I hate most of my shit.
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Hip hop the same, I remember parents to hate it, but hip hop is up and now parents play it, everybody and grandmother love rap now, and and their grandmother try to rap now, I'm a fan but I'm my cool, cause every that I hear keeps abusing they tools, you can't make an album with 12 tracks when your punchlines are and you can't hyenas laugh. Most rappers don't me, I can live with it, diss me on record cause really I don't give a shit, say that I'm a out, call my beats commercial, but only music man, I don't take none of it
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