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In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
knows how to make a Meek Mill record
" he says, stating the obvious still
He plays along
"All in favor of the first single being ‘Bad
' put your hands
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So make your way on down
I can't escape
That's a lie! Remember who you are
Do you remember
You were sent here to rise
From a prophet to a king
Shine your light
Shine bright,
we go
We're gonna rock and roll, we're gonna move this sound
We're gonna make a groove, everybody move
Everybody move, yeah, everybody move, yeah
Aah,
drama setters
And all contenders that I'm king of the room as soon as I enter
So you better make ROOM!
This is my spot in this hop-hop, so scoot
Right
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
Check it out, king, aye, aye
'Member when I had to master lines
Now fuck that I'm the mastermind
Got the master class spit the master bars
But I'm too
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
lames
Tired of your crap
Put on for the city
We win by committee
Why I’m never scared
I know that you with me
They want to be
King with
A bunch of people that really might end your life soon
I let the money talk, I don't want to fight you
These fuckers ruthless, they do it because they like
)
You could hardly tell by the look on his face
(Get ready for a baby king)
That pretty soon he was gonna run the place
(Get ready for a baby king
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Nah I'm playing
Aye
My brother John ain't Caesar but betrayed by a Brutus
Bam ain't Jesus but betrayed by a Judas
8 Or 9 placements make a nigga wanna
This is my voyage
Boy it's incredible exceptional
How I make illegible sketches to decibels
Something they can never do all my records do
The Matisse
a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em
Exhaust on the Aston
That next choice you make might be your last one
Shit that I needed
last summer went by fast had your windows down it was just us two
I never felt like this but you make me sick and I hate July cuz you left too soon
by a bee
Man, Fuck the system and what they made me (Yea)
Telling me to make some money I need a degree (Fuck all that shit)
Bitch I move how I want,
Here we go, here we go, here we go.
We're gonna rock and roll
We're gonna move this sound
We're gonna make a groove
Everybody move
Everybody
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Accompaniment to illustrious vibration
The Kick-drum let's the snare pop
That boom-bap makes your head bop
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored
Bivins
And make another bad creation
After that, I'm facing the mics in the radio stations
Saying it's about to sprout (first serve, move out)
Who
your plan take your grams
You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams
Never learned your lesson
Choose the right direction
Thin line from life
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