Lyrics:
the superstar recording artist
Transitions to independent status
After a successful twelve years at Shady
Aftermath interscope, during which time he
Sold more
a rich name
And who you're down with and who you clown with
But most of all, you got to have a gift ("it's like that")
Either music or the fresh
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
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Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama
I said slow down sister
Don't mean to make you mad
I grew up on Skynyrd
And I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow
Baby, you can roll
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Remember, whatever discipline you're in
Whether you're a musician or a photographer
A fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer
A singer,
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that's low as cocaine was
Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too
To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoup
So, I took it that thaw, and hit
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