Lyrics:
There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me
From my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories
If we could just hang a mirror
There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me
From my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories
If we could just hang a mirror
at
That ought to add a whole degree of difficulty shouldn't it?
'Cause if Ned Batty couldn't make it down
That thing a French man in a pair of biker pants
the big ballers grab rims and hung in the game
And there's a degree of difficulty
To make it from the ghetto boy into the manhood
Especially when you
at
That ought to add a whole degree of difficulty shouldn't it?
'Cause if Ned Batty couldn't make it down
That thing a French man in a pair of biker pants
still don't mess w corporate
Speaking of degree I'm fresher than deodorant
Speaking of degree I see from different angles
This degree of difficulty is
of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation
From the streets you gettin' paid in
In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily
cop
That crib for moms
Fully paid shit
Degree of difficulty
All madden
If this a game shit
Tryna doge
Policeman
Politicians ain't
No racin it
Boy
titties, no ass
I'm class, and never went to college
My degree of difficulty make you think I went to Harvard
Sniffing round like an aardvark
Went and dug
right where I should be
When the challenge that is facing me
Has the right degree of difficulty
Time stands still while flying by and I find
I'm right
of the hoard
Bitch knocked at my door but I just sat and snored
All these weird ass hoes know nothin more
They don't hit my line but be at a 90 degree
You don't
Than winyard countries
Look in my eyes
And tell me sir
Qu'y a til de mieux
Than my third degree
Freeing my ways
Fleeing my wife
French in my head
Accent
Chamber
Enslave ya
Engrave ya
In danger
Entangled
By web
No spider
Peter to Parker
Sky around me's
Growing darker
Switching difficulty level from hard
And the sun is descending like fiery death and we're all gonna roast baby!
Although he's earned his degree in meteorology
He's lost his mind, you'll agree
to nothing to be screamed at by hungry cretins
I'm glad that I got that degree
Speaking of which I'm still paying for a course thats worth it's weight in
Day
a 112 plus 69
For a buck, her hot tail will 69
And she will do this until the day she dies
Acting 19 when she's really 29
She got a degree to drop on her
him minor paper
Went home and did assignments and graduated later
Searched around for jobs until he found one in the paper
That went with his degree
on the spirit not just halloween
The disharmonious have difficulties in their dreams
That nigga tap his temple trying to figure what it means
He forgot he told
from me
You may think your hot, but you're not up on my degree
People get so psychical
It always seems to typical
That every time you hit me up
You think
taking Vitamin B
Im smooth with it, Rhyming no Difficulty
Some people dropping bars, like the A B C
While Im dropping bars, from A to The Z
Pick a topic
flaws is
I'm just a doctor
Never passed an exam for a degree
But I was the test proctor, so
Listen to me
You got money?
I got relief
I promise, honey,
degree
Simmer down while that skillet burns, peep recipe
When shit hits the fan inflict some damage
Like a one-two punch from a Kung Fu flick
Let's rumble
yeah
University got me home inside like first degree
Doing circles tryna be likeable
Certainly one of the things that's gonna burden me
Killing beats
not refreshed as it should be
But you can overcome this difficulty
If you thoroughly relax your mind
Before you go to bed
Better still, you can
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