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Declare this a state of an emergency Those who never heard of me 'bout to get burn up to the third degree Boots and burglary, drugs, bullets, surgery Frauds,fiends and fronts, blunts [?] Murder capital seemed serene til the [?] Gates got closed and sensed urgency from Malibu to Myrtle Beach Puttin' in work and exchange currency Hurdling, batters get pitched at purposely I worded the verse to work when thе picture's reversеd You hear Satan spit a message on earth I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard Don't make me pull a card out and show you how it was earned I'm pastor [?] quite certain for churches and cheers Newcomers beat by old-timers, clickin' in years Jetsetters catching jets and [?] Aggressive, pumpin' Melle Mel's message It's weed for breakfast, go! Like a spatula, i flip vernacular Like i used to flip packs ridin' passenger Check, the sh*t wasn't half as fun Especially the days i ain't have no funds It's the one and only Youngin' with a tongue of an OG A revolutionary that roll weed And some believe I'm immortal and don't bleed And so famous I won't squeeze Check it, it's Rap [?] a rat race And it's a fact Even if you do get first place, you're still a rat Peep the game, i've been pitchin' scraps I'm Stevie Wonder with his vision back In a fitted cap Your mindframe couldn't picture that My syntax is like Cinemax I'm just a n***a on a mission, Jack Maneuver like the Men In Black And I just hope that you remember Fash' I'm takin' my time, perfectin the rhyme Stressin every second intercepted by the grind, gettin mine Nickel 9 for the haters, i reply "see you later" When i die, go to hell, meet your maker it's time I get fly enough to paint my name in the sky f**k this game, get a little bit of chains and get by Mindframe of a n***a out his brains doin' time This is heroine, cocaine, deliver lines So game, this n***as is so lame With that Andre Agassi accuracy, got aim You know, where i'd be at if it wasn't for this Probably huggin the Ave, with a gun on my hip But what i became was a n***a out the game trying to get a little fame Blow up propane, take her out, that baby fat, put her in some [?] Put my city on the map Like no one who's ever came And it's a damn shame Keep a styrofoam cup full of champagne Gs up you know my motherf**kin' campaign n***as wanna be me and b*t*hes want my last name
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