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gazing
The way i live my life is so amazing
They call ak but you can say king
When it comes to rap i'm king this thing
When it comes to rap i'm killing

you
I'm from the bottom to top, like my homey Chris Rock
But with all these retards, it's hard defending hip hop
Yo fucking these labels, they ain't

the Diddy voice on, tell 'em, "Take that"
Ain't gotta sell the flow to find the gold I pour in a track
My profit ain't determined by the money that I make

damn
I know this one dude sir pukes a lot
But he still my day one brodas fo life
Chillin in the stu smokin' on my bong
Making hit slaps like Chris brown

bout whippin a bach 
They say I'm causing so much static legendary status
Young Michael I'm the baddest king pass me my chalice 
I'm feeling like Chris

Just a young boy
From an old city
Raised by a fake nun
And a cold hippie
Life's a bitch when you tell her whatcha want
But I got her like Chris

respect on my name (Yeah)
Or you gon' have me going back to my devilish ways
Yeah, you better behave
'Cause nowadays I got a short fuse
I'm headed from

just stand by
Not changing the laws or changing the system
Its murder if a cop kills an unarmed victim
Kap took a knee as a way to protest
But rebel

in a jam
These niggas be opp ing they sell by the gram
My drive on the line imma call me a blitz
I'm on a mission to crop like a garden
These niggas be

The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way

Mysterio, I'm drivin' in my car eatin' cereal
I was gon' die like a year ago
Look it's a psychopath, lately he walkin' a psycho path
And I think he been wild

girl, du vet vi stikker av


Vers (Edrizz) 

Baby, bare føler meg selv
Baby, bare gjør det komplisert oh yeah
Jeg sitter å bare tenker by my selv ah na

they know I never miss (yeah)
I'm goin' body for body, I got the evidence
The way they callin' me the G.O.A.T., I changed it to my government
Been

Hoes copy me on that puppet shit
And it's kind of funny, Chris Tucker shit
I just scratched an M off my bucket list
I like big chains on that gutta shit

Short Summer

Joe Budden

2187 Hood Radio 47

2011

why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up 
And live out the true meaning of its creed
I have a dream that my four little children will

all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well yeah
I wish em well

It's

hopped in and rolled

Pedal to the floor all the way home
Bumpin' Jigga what
My dawg text me "I heard that bitch shady"
I just don't give a fuck
Dumb drunk

call that Oklahoma
Chris Paul sharper than all, hittin' quotas
Audience looking appalled
I've been a fuck up for my most of my life
Give me a beat

On a Wednesday he says
"Look man the only way you can
Qualify for my race is if
You run 100 miles at one time
In 24 hours or less"
There happen to be a race
That

never acknowledged
Between me and chris i got iller since talking
I'm back in the center i do when i want and
If i go away its by choice not yo option

to the floor keys in the ignition
On my way to that pursuit of happiness I  gotta go get it
Been through a lot of hell and lot of pain my past was rocky I will

Uprooted by privilege you choose to ignore
Let me remind you
My skin tone alone is enough to instill fear
Cause y'all know y'all ain't better
You're just

always pay
I love that little pretty face
I like the way you rock that lace
By my side you always safe
I don't see no other place
So baby tell me what you