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All these niggas really my at bat average,
rap patterns
And fuck what you know, this got the coldest beats
All my old hoes laying in the sheets
if they married they still can't get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm a hundred right from the field now
I'm a Fresh Prince, buzzing like Uncle Phil's child
And I Will style, peace to all my
money in banks,
hitting like a Kennedy
And if you feeling me, just let me it
'Cos I just set the stage and get these off like a poet
I'm Robert Frost on these hoes, I just give them the
Allen Poe up
Sippin expensive and party 'till they throw up
All my niggas up, until the cops show up
My momma momma's son is a millionaire"
And for that, throw your ones up in the air
This is Freshman Adjustment Late Registration
Connected up with the kings all of Ricky's relations
Tell the nigga I've been studying I started creating
Now all these is hating, waiting, judging, debating
Tryin' to charge me with a flagrant, but I will not
They tryin' to Fisher the boy, but I will not flop
Instead I take it bassline, Kobe
And I play my own and basslines, you know me, homie
I'm getting courted by the
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all nigga's who's notorious for flossing
Known to be in places these niggas never heard of
and watched thrones up in the
Sign my in cursive for them incidentals
Then we got fucked up off
Ace
listening to
I came a long way from that place where can't wait to get you
And now you copped favorite mag and I'm in the latest issue
And all the bitches I could never bag, they steadily they miss you
And it's a when I get the low-fade
Have all these women feeling like the fourth
on a Youngen, 'cos they know I'm so paid
Once I get the consider me so laid
And none of shit is fiction cos really I don't play
I up my old ways, to kill 'em like OJ
Remind them of a Mike, fresh J's and a gold chain
I stay tailored like politicians, but fuck I'm out on bond
Women catching trying to be my first son mom
But I'm catching tying to be the first one on
And my CD, do you me,
if you coming, on
IE nigga, I'm a IE
Went Colton High School to the widescreen nigga
Couldn't walk in my shoes or jog by me
Since I by my rules I acquired these figures
Now a nigga got enough to supersize, ride him
No surprise, all these inside my denim
be the nigga sitting on the sideline benching
Open minds be the ones to oblige my vision
Televise my mission, on 5, see me in the news
They monitor my every move, see me lose
Hear the shit I spit "what the fuck has gotten into you?"
I got 'em tuned in a Jay-Z interview