Lyrics:
leaving the microphone flamin'
Throwing up hip-hop signs cause that's the set that I be claimin'
Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your
the grand prize
Cuz real eyes realize real life is a fucking lie
All of the time
Creating a vibe
Just for a co sign
Being defined
By When you arrive
Handing
sloppy
Chase your dreams kid
Never chase a hoe that's a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
a body and they fine with that
How I feel? To the major labels, everybody y'all sign is wack
Remind me that, when I react, the time we at, pussy niggas,
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home
He seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich
king with a vision, precision
Ain't sign no deal ima stay independent
Play with them racks I ain't neva play tennis
Menace not taking bout me I just mind
Seymour Krelbourn, so finally we meet you
This is an occasion. Let's toast it. Up yours
Relax. Canape? Let's talk turkey. Sign here
and we'll book
Never ever frontin' on my real cool friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull.
I drink Old English, and I do get full.
If you're wondering why I
to the eye of the storm
Leads them right to the eye of the storm
You're ignoring the warning signs
And you locked up the key in your safe
Stored away in
friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull.
I drink Old English, and I do get full.
If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap,
'Cause other MC's
presence is felt
I'm direct they go everywhere else
I been ratchet since Kenan & Kel
Don't know who you are, be someone else
Don't just copy me, bitch,
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
Sign me away, everything I own
Wrap it up in plastic and
Take it from my home
Give it to the government
Give it to the church
Whenever they're done
the name of the sound of the name
Repeat the word, repeat the word
Repeat the word
Egg cracks and the truth will emerge
A copy of a copy of a copy
Of a copy
I exhale I excel in this rap shit,
Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
So while you niggas copy
has sold more then ten million copies, turned Kurt Cobain into a spokesman for his generation
It is a mantle with which he was never comfortable
He
The beginning of a heat rock
Money to the treetops thick señoritas
Want me to sign their te ta's
A young hood nigga born and
Raised where the streets
the skies but I'm still believing
Do you copy, Houston? Are you receiving?
The spaceship's leaving, we wanna see aliens
The light-years passed across
I've been looking out for you my whole life
do you copy?
can you read me?
c'mon give us a sign
just a little bit of help here please please?
we
Call me Neji-San
Got byakyugan
I can see the signs
I brought my heat outside
You ain’t down to ride
Until we decide
And My ninjas don’t be hidden up
of Christ
Ready to take on the world and whatever is in it
Proof read, sign, and seal whatever you finish
I can only lead you while you're on your quest
Don't need no apology
Ya My Money stack horizontally
They Try to cut me out and then go copy me
Move in silent but you know I'm next up
Expanding
if you don’t got cash
We’ve seen hot-rods and jalopies
Chop-shop copies
Beaters that won’t even start
So push it, tow it, we take any condition
Down
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