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As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago As I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty There's a certain power presence that he gives off I tried to be, everything you want and need 'Cause you got a deep title don't mean that you deep Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that's my apparatus I give a f*ck about the sorriest rappers This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony My girl anti-bony and she get that money I bought all this shit, don't go acting anti on me It's Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think I bought a Tesla today, there's nothing left in your tank I did everything except a fucking song with Jay But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye See my verses are better and my subject is realer See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer And their son is that nigga, I'm no Black activist I'm a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh Yeah, you a miracle Right now, if you hear this, you're a miracle, I want you to know that If you're able to hear this right now, you are a miracle Straight up, no kapp I'm more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance This the chance of your life, you ain't prepared for your life See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens Phone number unlisted Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh I'm telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky You don't just bump into me I'm a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars You know the times is rough you know the times is hard I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay You know the times is rough you know the times is hard I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars You know the times is rough you know the times is hard I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord Lord knows Woke up today, gave thanks Grateful to see another day, then the storm came As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall One day Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows That soulful trap music, man Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8, I'm talkin' 'bout the 'partments You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like "Y'all stop fucking stomping! Y'all stop walking so mothafuckin' hard!" Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us Tru, trill shit
Written by: BARBARA ENGLISH, BENNIE AMEY, GABRIEL ARILLO, GEORGE KERR, JOSHUA BANKS, MIKE DEAN, MONICA BROWN, SALOMES JACKSON, TAUHEED EPPS, BOBBY JEAN ENGLISH
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