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at the bottom of the sea.
So be yourself, and do the things that you know best,
Be yourself, I think that you'd be happiest
By being no one else but you.
Cameras flashing snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras stop the press stop the press
Now bill this
you know
I'm the reason you're leaving
You're the reason I'm leaving
And by leaving, we don't stop living you know
As we ride along under
to make the grade
By making music day to day
Although our task is never done
You ought to know it's just begun
And now it's time for us to say
But most
'round women with big ol' balloons
Everybody ought to know one, two, three, four
Revolving entrances
Intricately designed to penetrate the dimensions of my
DDS
Pray for my dawg, mmh, 'cause I
Know he gon’ ride for me, yeah
Ooh, and when you look up in the sky
It got stars in it (yeah)
And you can't tell
your status really where it's at?
cre you loveable when no one knows your name?
You can be a star by being who you are
Even if the world can't see
You
by torrential rain falls
and power outage
Still about a thousand
Unfinished projects
Since last I counted
Dumbfounded
Still not how this ought to sound
Yeah
I'm a waitress
I walk around all day and see so many faces
Everybody having the same conversation
People at the door chilling on the wait list
the police lights
And I came up real rough, right under the street lights (real rough)
Democrats, Republicans, Mr. President
Mr. Bill Gates, everybody's
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
I'm busy holding the world on my shoulders
Can't wait to be loved by you
And baby I know you're out there
Can't wait to be loved by you
Doing what
can’t stop by bag
I jus wanna hit da club surrounded by nuthin but bad bitches
Everybody know my story, they know how I came up I went from rags to riches
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
I just take it my stride cause kids know how to judge
So they judge
Whats to give a fuck, man do i give a fuck?
She gone be hangin by two nails in
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a single mom, back against the wall.
Good at my job, deserve a boost in pay.
Ought to be getting, what men make every day.
The first of the month, gonna'
bankroll to spare
Homeboys hangin', champagne and girls
Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls
Everybody laughin' at my corny jokes
I was
beats
But it's not paying the bills so
I'm thuggin' in these streets
Keep that 40 by my side I
Can't duck from no beef
I got family in the trenches that
Ill give my last for this shit, that's for real
You know how it feel to see a hundred dollar bill
Stash it underground, I dug it out, I call it trill
Paynito If you know you know
Why everybody always wanna hate nobody wanna see a nigga win
Tryna come up and eat off a nigga plate
You wasn't riding
[Ill Bill]
I eat politicians for breakfast
Till infinity it's endless
Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it
Presidents, Supreme Court
home to an empty house
Sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long
Don't go back
home to an empty house
Sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long
Don't go back
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