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Free Laybrr
by Primo
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You seen the blood in my eyes
I got the vision
I know a stovetop work in mo' then kitchens
I seen pigeons cookin' chickens up
Know children who went missing, uhh
And I know that life a trip but that's why God signed my permission slip
Rule One
Always follow rule of thumb
Thumbing thru that bread
Jesus tryna feed the masses
Ain't tryna run the world
I just wanna run this cash up
Whole city yelling, "Preach"
Primo really not a rapper
He a pastor, uhh
Big Poppa
Me and Chewbacca
One thing in common
We some spittas
Young, ignant, hella artistic
Just some niggas, huh?
If the money was a murder victim
Really made a killing
Please come foster my imagination
Clearly, you ain't real enough
You ain't real enough
You ain't steppin' in the jungle with Gorillas, huh?
Told yo ass to beat it now you turned into a Thriller cut
Made the world my baby and my music just her sippy cup
You ain't real enough
Nah
You ain't real enough
Nah
You ain't real enough
Made the world my baby
And my music just her sippy what?
You seen the blood in my eyes
I got the vision
I know a stovetop work in mo' then kitchens
I seen pigeons cookin' chickens up
Know children who went missing, uhh
And I know that life a trip but that's why God signed my permission slip
Rule One
Always follow rule of thumb
Thumbing thru that bread
Jesus tryna feed the masses
Ain't tryna run the world
I just wanna run this cash up
Whole city yelling, "Preach"
Primo really not a rapper
He a pastor, uhh
Big Poppa
Me and Chewbacca
One thing in common
We some spittas
Young, ignant, hella artistic
Just some niggas, huh?
If the money was a murder victim
Really made a killing
Please come foster my imagination
Clearly, you ain't real enough
You ain't real enough
You ain't steppin' in the jungle with Gorillas, huh?
Told yo ass to beat it now you turned into a Thriller cut
Made the world my baby and my music just her sippy cup
You ain't real enough
Nah
You ain't real enough
Nah
You ain't real enough
Made the world my baby
And my music just her sippy what?
