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All niggas really know my at bat average,
rap patterns
And fuck what you know, this Youngen got the coldest
All my old laying in the coldest 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 just a Fresh Prince, like Uncle Phil's child
And I Will style, to all my Hilary's
Stuffin' in banks,
hitting Marilyn's like a
And if you feeling me, just let me it
'Cos I just set the stage and get these words off a poet
I'm Robert Frost cold on hoes, I just give them the
Edgar Poe up
something expensive and party 'till they throw up
All my roll up, until the cops show up
My says momma's son is a millionaire"
And just for that, throw ones up in the air
This is Freshman meets Late Registration
Connected up with the kings all of Ricky's relations
Tell the nigga I've been studying since I creating
Now all these is hating, waiting, judging, debating
to charge me with a flagrant, but I will not stop
They tryin' to Fisher the boy, but I will not flop
I take it bassline, like Kobe
And I play my own drums and basslines, you me, homie
I'm getting by the bosses
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them nigga's who's notorious for
Known to be in places niggas ain't never heard of
and watched up in the Mercer
Sign my signature in for them incidentals
we got fucked up off that
Ace
listening to
I came a way from that place where niggas can't wait to get you
And now you copped your mag and I'm in the latest issue
And all the bitches I could never bag, they claiming they miss you
And a shame when I get the low-fade
Have all these women like the fourth grade
Crushin on a Youngen, 'cos know I'm so paid
Once I get the digits me so laid
And none of this shit is fiction cos I don't play
I changed up my old ways, to 'em like OJ
Remind them of a young Mike, J's and a gold chain
I stay tailored politicians, but fuck like I'm out on bond
Women catching feelings to be my first son mom
But I'm catching millions 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 in my shoes or jog by me nigga
I play by my rules I acquired these figures
Now a nigga got enough to supersize, ride him
No surprise, all these Benjamins my denim
Couldn't be the nigga sitting on the benching
Open will be the ones to oblige my vision
Televise my mission, on channel 5, see me in the
monitor my every move, wanna see me lose
Hear the shit I like "what the fuck has gotten into you?"
I got 'em in like a Jay-Z interview