Lyrics:
they can suck my rigatoni
Makin cheese, macaroni
I keep The mansion on Tony
I might go win me a Tony or maybe an Oscar
How cliché for an Italian to be
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
with the flow of the song
That's for the people to decide
Ay, see fragments in the pitch black sky
See my glow as I fly right by
Got my CD flow in my
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders in the sky
Their brands were still on fire
she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got
Whether you copped the album, downloaded, you streamed it or popped the CD in
I just want my grandmama to see me win
Stumbled on top of rocky road
out of the sea
With the shimmering silver head of
Wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by
The look
manly shit
I love watching the way his mind works, he asks a million questions
Uncle, Why is The sky Blue?
Uncle, How do Cars Go?
Uncle, why Don't Dogs
the man
I'm the man, a brand new man, I got a lotta sense
I dropped an album for the fans, I got a lotta love
A brand new flow, a brand new barz I got
this
Long before Easy-E, this MC, he was ruthless
Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, freestyle, I do's this
Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I'm
set
I was young, didn't even hit my teens yet
E a rapper but he always killed it when the scene set
Hit it bald, give a call and now she Mr. Clean
listen to shit y'all haters be sayin, I'm me
It's movie, longevity in this biatch, every album a better sequel, let's get it
Gotta friend named Oscar, he
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw
A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their brands were still on fire
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
cows he saw
A plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy drawl
Their brands were still on fire and
Their hooves were made of steel
Their
day
Hey, its a new day
Put ya trust in HIM, He'll make a way
Hey, its a new day
I'm feeling good, its not a cloud in the sky
I've been touched by
the clouds form, then they dark in the sky
Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide
Then the most toxic rain landed on my
Caesar then Jesus
up, wait I think I found the imposter
He feelin' alien, he lonely like Jodie the foster child
Done playing characters, I'm shedding my Oscar Wilde
Don't
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build
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