Bad Publicity
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You can still find Ev on the block Somewhere between a hard place and a rock My dresser draw gun under the socks Nothing fun about shooting one but summer is hot Hey young world Slick Rick is still the ruler Go follow these dopes if you broke to the jeweller I'm an artist getting something out of fucking tubas Real MacGyver making something out of something useless I'm done with proving myself to people I never met, a new rule in itself Remind me not to forget, no reinvented my name I would have did a long time ago if I wanted fame Ain't relying on no claim to fame, just more bangers No more strangers, only Chuck Strangers The older I get, the less that I speak I do my dirt, by my lonely I creep I've been living in a bubble Don't make me bust yours You settle for less, I settle the score Sure as waves at the shore and two add two is four I've been eating all my life and still hungry for more I'm from the coast Yeah, here's a toast Toward a step of what I want to become Shed so much skin the old Michael is done And everything I stood for is waging it's war I miss the road when I'm at home and miss home on tour Lying to myself to say that I ain't changed I ain't trying to play stupid saying I ain't aged I earned the right to be hated in the worst way Happy belated, go shawty it's your birthday I'm from a city called this is not your birth place Motherfuckers just landing round in first base I should have said it in the first place Pack my bags I brought the worst case Before the traffic, good city mad kid Half like Mike plus half Like from Pac Div I've been living in a bubble Don't make me bust yours You settle for less, I settle the score Sure as waves at the shore and two add two is four I've been eating all my life and still hungry for more I've got a slow flow because he is vicious A rolling stone ain't home like Keith Richards I'm out my lane, swerving on the shoulder An alcoholic flow bumping 21 & Over I know what to write way before I say it Sometimes it ain't so bright but I still lay it down It gets busy known in this town and still put on for a city when nobody's around Venice Beach til I die, tell a friend bitch I've been sharp between the years and my friends rich I stay connected in places, respected by faces I make hits and steal consecutive bases There's no such thing as bad publicity Who's fucking with my clique, click clack literally I make a beat, grab a mic and spit a obscenity Venice Beach until I split to Venice, Italy I've been living in a bubble Don't make me bust yours You settle for less, I settle the score Sure as waves at the shore and two add two is four I've been eating all my life and still hungry for more
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Written by: DOMINICK LAMB, MARVIN P. JONES, MICHAEL TAYLOR PERRETTA, DOMINICK J LAMB, MARVIN P JONES
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