Lyrics:
smoke
This for my dogs who stood by when I was broke
And everyone who had me penciled in as a fucking joke
I came out on some weak shit
Didn't get
rapping, no Eminem though (No)
Been listening to a ton of classics lately (I have)
Illmatic by Nas gotta be the greatest (On god)
Sittin' outside
well!
here's the thing
I'm not sure I'm interesting
enough
I just like to rap fast and pretend, that I'm like Eminem
cause It gives me a rush
-then I go
I will wreck a lot of havoc just by passing
Nothing to it
I'm a lyrical murderer
Uchiha Madara
You're a commoner
Son of a commoner
Now I'm in
own fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I’m mates With Eminem
I just want to touch a ticket like a carny
'Gielas look like they was issued by the ARMY
I fell asleep mid sip and my cup went soggy
Full nights rest
fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I'm mates With Eminem.
(Yeah,
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
mucus out form your fuckin noseTake a doggy pose get a garden hose in your ass to close your auto tuned rap freaking verseYou even dont know what
of the rents the remedy
Boy they stupid
Boy they clueless
What they doing
I gotta go
Now I'm moving out
They want bang for they buck
I had a house in the cut
blame me man, it’s San Andreas fault
My life’s a Rockstar game
And my brains my poisoned by my iPod
Marilyn, Eminem, Zombie, and all their friends
I'm
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
Ay Rug see these niggas already know what
It is with me i go hard in the paint
We ain't even got to talk about that
Philly in this bitch, heard that
best to be both
But let's be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set
to you
You be like what you mean dog?
Then we go back and forth like its ping-pong
Knowin' I should just ring ya bell ding-dong
But that's one thing
Chevrolet, hey
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jinglin' all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
From Detroit to East LA
[Bob Rivers as Eminem:]
Playing reindeer
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
must hate yourself, I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's happening the night that Eminem dissed you
Fuck you, bitch
of creflo
Like how the hell he supposed to know
I see they ass
Runnin to the radio
And the tv issues and views
Shaped by one sided news
Got us like
Planet
they ass
Runnin' to the radio
And the tv issues and views
Shaped by one sided news
Got us like
Planet of the apes
Under cds and tapes
Preachy
playing with a nigga that ain't playing
This is what happen when a singer start rapping
Call out a rapper and the rappers start slacking
Now he feeling
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