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Bought a house down south dat we flip to pay rent 
No couch, 2 cats but we rap to pay the bills 
One eat, all eat man that's jus how we live

They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
Fuckin fake

Always Keep 2 phones on, so 12 don't catch me sleep
Just started the rap game, now I'm in too deep
The west where I reside, catch me on beatis ford
Trap

Everyday

Promatic

Promatic

corn bread, mac 'n chesse
Bigg Proof, Dogmatic 17 pimpin' we's
We will make you sneeze (Awchoo)
You hoes on yo' knee
Caps, I'm like a dope-fien that

A yo Ché Kingdom pissin on your omen

no me pida nombres

you dont  wanna see us in la calle thats a no win



Kingdom Kome

Got the rap game sown in

I'm in it i wanna make a profit
No key to da game i got a lock pick
Hit a London stage and get it rockin
Out dis world I'm finna hit a rocket
Catch

a and you know it
I'm a but don't show it
'Cause I play the game like a pro it's so
Natural like the flow when I go
And take this dope ass beat and roll

Treating me like less than a human being
Yo you're out of the game! I'm the ump who reigns
Add an "H" and you got what Imma do to your names
I'll take aim

a blindfold and find soul
Know your mind gold
You out your mind
What you want mine for
Too refined for
Most to handle like plutonium
Run the game like your

produced the entire f*cking EP
cight
Hit it!

[Verse 1]
We back on the track 
With the beats that smack 
cnd the game that I will crack through 
Next big

tho pull yo card like its Hi-Lo
A psycho I got em side tracked by the sideshow
Jet speed skate like I think I'm Wayne Gretzky
Jet Li kick it ride

Chase the bag!
So lemme fucken brag
Jokes nigga I'm just gonna rap
Since I'm hella dope maybe I should just fucken trap
This song is really dope and we

this shit getting sickening
Not finna front shit, I'm not finna risk it
Dope in the trunk and I'm speeding, told em' fuck it, give me a ticket
Don't fuck

(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)
Contentment - bu-bu-be	-be	-BUMP! (YO! YO!)

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)
Yeah, then after THAT I just

G.T.A. Bikini Bottom

Ich töte dich im Heizungskeller wie dieser Psycho Trevor
Du denkst ich bin ein Schwamm? Nutte, das sind Einschusslöcher
Yo, wir

Put in the work for this sh*t last time I checked.

Verse 2: (Young Buck)

 For real... Working pies like a nine to five. Dope boy Air Max 95. Fifty

I'm at war with myself
'Cause I know what I know
Grammy or not change the game as a whole
I got ice in my veins if you trade up I'm cold
Two sides

Let me brush off my bars they said I couldn't rap
But I was folding dope and coke in saran wrap
Niggas mentals be starving like Marvin
Fly

bout yo killem 

You can’t deny it when it comes to this rap shit I supply it

The beat i bet you would buy it it’s by neutron my kin 

I’m an 80s baby

plate of food, i put the napkin on my lap cuz I be dropping jewels/
Tryna get da fly crib with the ocean views, and my bitch say she gold if I go fa 2

Two years of rapping and I still ain't dope
Starbucks everyday, just your average joe
I'm the, punchline in your average joke
Constantly, burning

to tweet and type
Before they learn to read and write
Uhh, only the game choose who die
I'm from the hood like you
Where the same rules apply
There's two

You so fine damn it should be a crime

Young nigga fucking up the dope game, taxing these niggas my weed just like cocaine
My gas so loud I call it

Record Jock

Dana Dane

Rollin' Wit Dane

1995

records

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
Next I peeped this honey at the bar scopin the Dane hard
Loud, money proud, yo, I knew her hoe card
Native New Yorker,