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facts) Yeaaa... Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
something they’ll remember Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord But now you got to get
William Blake I'm singing oh, girl chase the rainbow So you may find that pot of gold Don't you know you have to find your own flow And everybody else might
I don't fuck with the police Fuck Kenny Beats, Fuck Kenny Beats, that's it, one take Drake Krispy Kreme the shit, yeah the donuts are fire I drive 40
That give 'em the cold shoulder These hoes been getting over on these niggas like Olympic hurdle jumpers They trying to get that Gold Portfolios
And drinking to myself on Sunday night, When I feel stuck and out of luck, I think too much, Don't say enough, It's fool’s gold, Tough to hear it huh, But
(Dope) Witchcraft I do voodoo (Voodoo) Don't have to lie to me (You don't) It's only gone cost you (Cost you) I can find out the truth (Truth) By
Conflict Resolution that's damn sure not a specialty I wanna thank everyone for listening to The album they just listened to Please don't take out
know is do it to the death Urge the word Let's me slur while swerve the curb The burgundy blunt burns, sip it from the urn Remember me so certain So
at the SeaTac Hilton? I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now
compared to you I'm the opposite no hip-hop Concept. I ain't hip-hop, judged by your standard Oh, my shit ain't gangsta, oh, i have an accent no gold chain
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit 'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album (How come, rude boy?) To get
up A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold I was
This shit was really 20 years up in the making God made me stronger By testing my patience Cuz I really thought that I should've been signed When I
the verses by reversing the curses Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase On the beat I am a surgeon Spitting my songs while you been slurping
low on my own, yeah I don't know, why the fuck do I feel so low Why the fuck would I rather die Than go outside or go to the door Answer my phone but
know how to make a scene I came up to the party, now it's a fiesta We bounce so high, don't need to fly Delta Front flips and back flips, making
Don't stop the beat no don't stop the beat Just move your feet yeah just move your feet Don't stop the beat I said don't stop the beat Just move your
(Inaudible freestyle...) Kai, I got the bars bro Freestyle, you freestyle Freestyle on the beat No. Why? I didn't plan for this You don't plan for
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided Love and it goes by when you sit and cry Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
a soul Most people don't know what music means Some people don't care about our hustle Some people go as far as using sex All of this for a record deal
ground ground Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound Not a rebound but like a hound I get
to get here. Don't allow the world to make you forget why. Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you. Never let your mental conquer me (Chorus) Never
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental In these streets you
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