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Rock, rock, on
Rock, rock, on
I'm going to tell you the whether you like it or not
Can I it?
Yes
No more days those

Allow me to put some sense on you
Too much success, um, here comes your
They told you niggas the the limit
Then they turn around and you that there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you won
And they keep your masters, your kids bastards
Having to ask for their daddy records
like blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can I'm violent
I might go diving inside a female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my phonics I'm real iconic
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to bout eight go "oh well" then post bail bout nine-ish
I treat that like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest it
These rap niggas bugged out divas
drugged out thugged out receivers
I them at their stash place, heat them
Then them they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get mug shot like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop while he
.45 will give him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to cash and buck shots

You know
(But you don't want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, keep playing y'all niggas burn)
You know
(Fuck the world)

Freedom or jail, clips
A baby's being born, same a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing killer your knife
Without a gun you're an
Be cut out for the
Or gon play rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm usually more spiritual at
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
Whipping bike, the white kryptonite
Living a life
A different picket, different
Whoever fixing rice, I'll spend the night
In the go home to my wife
Before she try and my shit
nine percent sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty is praying the hell I slip
The baddest bitches, the last you would've ever imagined
had chlamydia getting dragged to cities
City after city paying cash for the love of ass and titties

You should
(But you don't want nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, stop fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, keep playing y'all niggas burn)
You know
(Fuck the world)

(Pick it up)
I don't why y'all so highly regarded
You rhyme like you're mildly retarded
I show you what my father started
A on a god level, the godliest artist
Y'all follow artists who their audience
But not me, I target the artist, the target
Holding a strap, it at sinners
And that's when I tell them Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of jogging
Shoot at their feet till the start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
you and your damn charts
And your participation
I'm putting a land under your stage
Had his raining fan parts
And called that shit precipitation
I'm premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the of Slim
of these rappers can work with me, I work with them

You know
(But you don't really nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, keep playing y'all niggas burn)
You should
(Fuck the world)

On the
You have own Dwele
the instruments
We
The Adrian Young
And on the of steel
DJ

(I've seen, and I see it
I'm not the kind of person who come and say what you like)