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8:36 Freestyle (Tippin')
by Amaan!
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They told me
Dream! Lil young nigga
Dream! pursue your passion for
Happiness run away from the madness
But when your passion is rapping they
Say belittle it, too many crabs in the bucket
Vicious as vultures who prey over
Leftover carcass who's body just finished
Rigamortis, watch how I flip the flow and
Freak yo hoe I'm dumb retarted, I"ll be the
Cancer to your sucess, leathal injection
Into your wealth you know what I'm bout
Kill that weak shit, we dont feel shit when you
Speak this real that you claim tryna appeal to the game
Knowin you lame nigga, why it's so hard to be you do you
Stare into the mirror get to shaking in your boots
Let em know, all you crabs betta know the deal bout to
Start the revolution let off my lead steel far from
Smith and Wesson but this deadly ink venom be
Hittin like hyflouric acid for got the dro though
Watch out! protect your neck soon as Amaan!
Hit your tapedeck blow your cranium with straight
Hot shit (Where yo money at though!)
Fuck your money man I pimp my shit
Make that fetty gone and work for me
Never a slave to G's grants and Benji's gone
Work them corners while the rest of the dead
Presidents stack up homie, assests on top of asssets
Generating so much wealth Income accounts is
Rising like the NASDAQ
You are now entering the 5th
Dimension of ascension euphoria
Gone take you high!
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
They told me
Dream! Lil young nigga
Dream! pursue your passion for
Happiness run away from the madness
But when your passion is rapping they
Say belittle it, too many crabs in the bucket
Vicious as vultures who prey over
Leftover carcass who's body just finished
Rigamortis, watch how I flip the flow and
Freak yo hoe I'm dumb retarted, I"ll be the
Cancer to your sucess, leathal injection
Into your wealth you know what I'm bout
Kill that weak shit, we dont feel shit when you
Speak this real that you claim tryna appeal to the game
Knowin you lame nigga, why it's so hard to be you do you
Stare into the mirror get to shaking in your boots
Let em know, all you crabs betta know the deal bout to
Start the revolution let off my lead steel far from
Smith and Wesson but this deadly ink venom be
Hittin like hyflouric acid for got the dro though
Watch out! protect your neck soon as Amaan!
Hit your tapedeck blow your cranium with straight
Hot shit (Where yo money at though!)
Fuck your money man I pimp my shit
Make that fetty gone and work for me
Never a slave to G's grants and Benji's gone
Work them corners while the rest of the dead
Presidents stack up homie, assests on top of asssets
Generating so much wealth Income accounts is
Rising like the NASDAQ
You are now entering the 5th
Dimension of ascension euphoria
Gone take you high!
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
I'm tippin tippin slow
Praying on my foes I
Hope the lord gone take me
One day I just dont know
