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I was that little rapper at the party no one ever after
But I was a natural, that’s my first chapter
You was the worst rapper, I was the best rapper
Since I could remember though
Then I met one with a better flow
Never wrote
Better than that day I never let that go
Gotta get that dough
Nah, Wik too intellectual
Had to slow it down
Let y’all know how I roll around
See, I seemed to glow and pound
At any fist seen holding out
You know I'm 'bout what I wrote about
Trust me, you’re knowing that
When you see my face on stage quoting that
I’m going back to Lees and Clyde’s
I seize the night
What I speak, I write
I need it like, you need it like
Like we need it right?

Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though

Look, ay
Oh, we just gon' chill real quick, let's get it
Anyone can talk to
Anyone can walk through my block too
Ask me any question, y’all can harass me
When I travel, I’ll be back, B
Here’s my math, don’t ask me
Why it’s jerz?
Ain't got a phone, it’s Matt’s piece
My bad Matt, have to apologize advanced G
You my whole campaign team
And he saw something in me
Thank you for fucking with me
Lubansky
Damn G, let's get this bank B

Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though

Yeah, I see y'all
Nah, it's all good man
We got this shit right here

Y’all had doubt that I had a chance
Took the only route that I can
Now we flying in to South of France
You can pout man while I dance
Cry away while I fly away
Another city to annihilate
All I gotta do is rhyme today
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Tell me what time I’m on stage
There’s some shit that I gotta say
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Back to the city that I’m raised
The mayor faded with a fade and stayed in
Everybody’s favor
Soul made of gold, know that we major
Way before The FADER
More concerned how I came home, heard my homes was tasered
By some pig, over sayer, cop, overseer
Shit's over, I’m saying it gotta stop
I’m zoned and laser sharp, but I’m here and I know I need you

Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though

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