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All these niggas really my at bat average,
rap patterns
And fuck what you know, Youngen got the coldest beats
All my old hoes laying in the coldest
if they married they still can't get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm shooting a hundred from the field now
I'm just a Fresh Prince, buzzing Uncle Phil's child
And I style, peace to all my Hilary's
money in banks,
hitting Marilyn's a Kennedy
And if you feeling me, just let me it
'Cos I set the stage and get these words off like a poet
I'm Robert Frost cold on these hoes, I just them the
Edgar Poe up
Sippin something and party 'till they throw up
All my niggas roll up, the cops show up
My says 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 studying since I started creating
Now all these is hating, waiting, judging, debating
Tryin' to charge me with a flagrant, but I not stop
They tryin' to Derek 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 courted by the
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them who's notorious for flossing
to be in places these niggas ain't never heard of
and thrones up in the Mercer
my signature in cursive for them incidentals
Then we got fucked up off
Ace
to instrumentals
I a long 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 steadily claiming miss you
And it's a shame I get the low-fade
Have all these women feeling like the grade
on a Youngen, 'cos they know I'm so paid
Once I get the consider me so laid
And none of this is fiction cos really I don't play
I changed up my old ways, to 'em like OJ
Remind them of a young Mike, fresh J's and a chain
I stay like 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 from High School to the widescreen nigga
Couldn't walk in my shoes or jog by me
Since I play by my I acquired these figures
Now a nigga got enough to supersize, with him
No surprise, all Benjamins inside my denim
Couldn't be the nigga sitting on the benching
Open minds will be the to oblige my vision
Televise my mission, on channel 5, see me in the
They monitor my 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