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of work
This what you deserve
Pick you up and swerve
You can get the purse
This what you deserve
Matchin' designer shirts
I'ma put you first
Holdin'
sometimes I wish it wasn't true...
No no no, It's something like...
Got fucked over by two bitches,
Bounced back, but gave 'em my inches
Took my money,
put down before me
This world couldn't hold me, couldn't control me
Give me my destiny and carry me in memories (2Pac said)
These words that I say
the fool?"
I put my head down, politics aside
We're so taboo what is love? What is love?
It's love that I wanted with you
But I'm never one to say it's meant
Pragmatic sycophants
Divide and conquer
We build bridges offer
Hard work and prosper
As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors
[Chorus: Repeat
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When I'm in the place give me
My space like an astronomer
Especially if I'm twisty off the whiskey
It's risky to fuck with me
And any rapper that
Let me tell you
I remember in the days of old
Doesn't seem that long ago
It was, "Johnny you won't be nothing
Unless you do what you're told"
I know how to work it
Only for a small fee cause your managed by me
Started with rosette then took it to Don P
Ran outta Don P so we vous
See them
bury me a thug
Henessy and weed be a ball with desert
These shirts and kakis is how we work
Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame
I roll 20's
And this one is a fire
And that one is a flame
And this one is a spark
And that one is a match you put out in your mouth when no-one was looking
And in
Eric
I'm a master (master)
Y'all should give me honorary masters (masters)
Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters)
The new
at the highest of tides
With my bonafide bride, she's my touring guide
And yes, we both do reside
On this riverside where we hide
Vacation's a lot of work
But
that midnight sneaking to the one who worked it out
I don't wanna hear no back talk speaking go on and shut yer mouth
And everything's gonna work out
She asked me in detail how to get to where I'm from
But I told her it won't work
'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt
I saw some crimes when I
a dream
A GPS in your heart
A path to follow
Through the dark
Well, Jens says I write songs sometimes
But they're kinda bad
So if that doesn't work
be a G
(This is my life!)
Keep it ghetto, keep it, play it, I'mma always be a G
(This is my life!)
Just that space says life long get it till I'm
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
and you don't deserve it
And if for some reason you don't trust me then make me earn it
I'll put my time in
I'll even work triple overtime if you need it
havin' kids, I hope that they don't turn out just like me
If happens, it probably won't surprise me
Reapin' what I sow, everything I put my mother through
how I fucking did it…
I put the work in, no excuses, that’s the fucking difference…
I told my shawty upper echelon’s how we’ll be living…
Pussy boys,
have these voices on my head like a poliphony
Funny
It doesn’t seem like im stressed? Well that wont work for me
I would’ve loved for you to check from
the chant
I don't want to be another one
Taking it and
Hating it
Enslaved in it
By the people that
Created it
I want to be the one that made a
Change in
We on some takeover shit out this bitch, this is moneygang motherfuckers
When I'm with my clique, know I always got that flame
I don't ever need no
The unsaid tone of weak despair fail to resonate
Frayed end of our binding threads will disintegrate
Now by the laws our physique state
Failure
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