G:] 9th Wonder, Warren G... It's classic
Yeah, give to the trigger finger I've been pushed line sice grade school, a fool Since I touch down they wanna fuck now But can't get it, she got ass with a like... Pippen My pimping it never scared Got real over there and hustle over here Dare a nigga try to take it he gone fake it til he it break em like a bracelet, that's real talk, Yeah, don't you snitch if you get You already know if you do then you And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your mama throat But suck it up deal with it, huh no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda Paper no food 'cause Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the I dare you mother get at me I dare you mother get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the blue team before was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoes Rhyming on these beats the 90s I'm a factor Here with this career until I'm in the after Classic with this mike like mike when he was And you, you remind me of me when I was I lines and bring drama like an actor But I'm so that you would think that I'm a rapper You think that I got in backwards? It really matter
Producer meets the rapper, he's the former I'm the Spacing out these bars so you can climb on I'm proof that you could still make and keep your rhymes strong Burn out the industry as hot as my Be dream meets the nightmare of normalcy The anti of everything Still most likely to succeed 'cause there ain't no rules
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