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

Allow me to put sense on you coons
Too much success, um, comes your doom
told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so can say that you barely won
And keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for daddy records
like blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm
I might go diving a fine female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my until 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 my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out divas
drugged out thugged out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, them
Then tell them they better race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop he reading
This .45 will give him the same luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and shots

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

or jail, clips inserted
A baby's born, same time a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing killer with knife
Without a gun an option
Be cut out for the
Or they're gon play rock, paper, scissors wit life
I'm usually spiritual at night
murder's in the air more like a pimping Nike
Whipping bike, the American kryptonite
a scripted life
A different picket, type
Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the
In the go home to my wife
Before she try and sell my
Ninety percent sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying the I slip
The baddest bitches, the last bitches you ever imagined
had chlamydia getting dragged to cities
City after city niggas paying cash for the of ass and titties

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

(Pick it up)
I know why y'all so highly regarded
You rhyme like borderline mildly retarded
I show you my father done started
A on a god level, the godliest artist
Y'all follow who target their audience
But not me, I target the artist, the target
a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I them like Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of jogging
at their feet till the dance start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
you and your damn charts
And your crowd
I'm putting a land mine under stage
Had his raining fan parts
And called that shit crowd
I'm more than my own DJ and Pac's brother
I out of my momma's womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of
None of rappers can work with me, I work with them

You know
(But you really want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, stop fronting)
You know
(So what you saying yo, playing y'all niggas will burn)
You know
(Fuck the world)

On the
You Detroit's own Dwele
Providing the
We
The incomparable Adrian
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)