Correction Lyrics Big Trouble Freestyle by Diddy

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As we proceed
To give you what you need (Yeah)
Dreamville, motherf**kers (Y'all n***as, man)
Drive cruise, motherf**kers (Big truck)
It's Cozz, motherf**kers
Look (Gangsta)

Shoutout my sister, she be my clone
Shoutout to REASON, yeah, we still releasing them songs
Shoutout K-Dot for reasons we'll only know
Let's just say, if I was a clout chaser, I would be on
Shoutout Zendaya for saying she love the song
That's all I'ma say about it, now please just leave it alone
I'm a Spider-Man fan, but man, f**k the web
It gave voices to losers who never get out of bed
How dare you n***as give your disrespectful, half-witted opinions?
In real life, I'll probably scare you n***as
I'm the flair you n***as been itching to get
The most slept on clique, it's about time I give 'em a p*ss
'Cause they been asking "Who's ill?" Like they live with the Grinch
And I been asking "Who's real?" 'Cause it don't seem to exist
One of the best out the west, f**k what you see on a list
Do opinions really matter if you eating legit, and feeding your jit, and your favorite b*t*h still eating the d**k?
Lord forbid the day somebody leak the DMC get
That's more dangerous than COVID how it leave n***as sick
I mean, there's A-list rappers who would see it and flip
But I get what I needed and dipped
Thanking the past like the Mayans
Another problem out of my hands
'Nother dollar in my finance
I'ma get that b******, then like Brent, I'ma fire your a**, my bad
But why settle for one when there's four?
I know I trigger certain women who been here before
I'm sure I'll settle down one day, but for now, I can't just rock with one girl, it's ironic, I need a pair or more
Yeah, don't try and box 'em up into one genre
Next EP gon' have mamas leaving all y'all fathers
Next EP, you gon'  wonder where your supporters went
Next album, gon' show that y'all my support in this
For now, listen to Fortunate
That's real raps, real pain
Real struggles, real gains
Real emotion, real change
Authentic, I meant it, every word that I was sayin'
What's a bird to a plane?
I could go much farther, n***a, stay in your range
How are these lil' n***as getting all these big chains?
Flying in these private jets and I ain't heard one thing
Either everything is borrowed or they working the machine
I guess n***as move fishy when they tryna up streams
Herpes d**ks on 'em, they'll never come clean
I can't be mad at it, n***a, that's hustling
But one thing 'bout me
I don't want no favors that you could potentially hang over me
Only thing a n***a want free is my dog Correy C
South Central n***a, Crenshaw district boy
Used to walk to the Slauson to get fitted, boy
Then spent time by the beats, my wave different, boy
Bad breath, n***a, I was sent to destroy
I can't even lie, I'm realizing I'm crazy
Carry that heat 'cause I realized they won't fade me
Mom's disappointed 'cause that's not how she raised me
But that's how this life made me
Who shot ya?

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