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 nose like... My it ain't never scared Got real estate over and hustle over here a nigga try to take it he gone fake it til he make it Shawty em like a bracelet, that's real talk, Yeah, don't you if you get caught You already if you do then you dead And now niggas in the hood trading cush for baby mama throat But suck it up deal with it, huh no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda Paper plains no food Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the I dare you fuckers get at me I dare you mother get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the blue team before there was a Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over strings Rhyming on beats since the 90s I'm a factor Here with this career I'm in the here after with this mike like mike when he was blacker And you, you remind me of me when I was I read lines and bring drama like an But I'm so hollywood you would think that I'm a rapper You think that I got in backwards? It doesn't matter
Producer meets the rapper, he's the I'm the latter out these bars so you niggas can climb on I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your strong Burn out the industry as hot as my Be mainstream dream meets the of normalcy The of everything cool Still most likely to succeed 'cause ain't right no rules
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