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Check it out now, I work the pen to make the ink
On any particular surface the pen on
The camera stands on, the beef?
The Cooley High, chief, high post techniques

I drape off poetic and shapes
Illustrate the paper off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a
With Taylor made status and plus is automatic

not balling
We take it to the days of yes y'all-in'
We onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm

not balling or shot calling
We it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding what's golden
On a stage I and I'm rollin'

Melancholy mundane, so I tame the hot
Big rings, fat chains and quest for the same
No name, use fame, new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and
We pass participles and smash the in you
The saga continues, I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the that we been through

Yo, we still the same with a fame
A little change in the household but ain't too much changed
We in the but, yo, not to be vain
I refrain from grains to season up my name

We entertain for a mutual game close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the
I'm labor ready, Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the

not balling
We take it back to the of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto golden
On a I rage and I'm rollin'

We're not balling or shot
We take it back to the days of yes
We holding onto golden
On a stage I and I'm rollin'

Yo, well, it's the verbal Munster
The enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart

The taut taces be bringing hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock
Word can plow through acres of cornfields
cut like warm steel, preform ill

We're not
We take it to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding what's golden
On a stage I and I'm rollin'

We're not balling or calling
We it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's
On a I rage and I'm rollin'