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All niggas really know my at bat average,
ridiculous rap
And fuck what you know, this Youngen got the coldest
All my old hoes laying in the sheets
Even if they married still can't get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm shooting a hundred right the field now
I'm just a Fresh Prince, buzzing Uncle Phil's child
And I Will style, to all my Hilary's
Stuffin' in banks,
hitting like a Kennedy
And if you feeling me, let me know it
'Cos I just set the stage and get words off like a poet
I'm Robert cold on these hoes, I just give them the
Allen Poe up
Sippin something expensive and party they throw up
All my niggas roll up, until the cops 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
the nigga I've been studying since I started creating
Now all these niggas is hating, waiting, judging,
Tryin' to me with a flagrant, but I will not stop
tryin' to Derek Fisher the boy, but I will not flop
Instead I take it bassline, like
And I play my own drums and basslines, you know me,
I'm getting by the bosses
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them nigga's notorious for flossing
to be in places these niggas ain't never heard of
and thrones up in the Mercer
Sign my in cursive for them incidentals
we got fucked up off that
Ace
listening to
I came a long way from that place where niggas wait to get you
And now you copped your favorite mag and I'm in the latest
And all the bitches I could never bag, they steadily they miss you
And it's a shame I get the low-fade
all these women feeling like the fourth grade
Crushin on a Youngen, 'cos they know I'm so
I get the digits consider 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
them of a young Mike, fresh J's and a gold chain
I stay tailored like politicians, but fuck I'm out on bond
catching feelings trying to be my first son mom
But I'm millions tying to be the first one on
And my CD, do you me,
if you coming, on
IE nigga, I'm a IE
from Colton High School to the widescreen nigga
Couldn't walk in my shoes or jog by me
Since I play by my rules I acquired these
Now a got enough to supersize, ride with him
No surprise, all these Benjamins inside my
be the nigga sitting on the sideline benching
Open will be the ones to oblige my vision
my mission, on channel 5, see me in the news
They monitor my every move, see me lose
Hear the I spit like "what the fuck has gotten into you?"
I got 'em tuned in like a interview