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Some shit i wrote tonight. Might use it for a song soon!
Sure to bake em, but no i dont need the recipie
I get inside your girl, all i say is open sesame
Take a look at ya mic, and wonder what the lesson be
If your stats high, remember that its still less than me
Blow up every hard drive, yall cant erase me
Or forget me, whichever the case may be
They say money talk, so i guess you cant conversate
I could talk forever, yeah my wallets lookin great
See me on that mic, you know ill stop that constant hatin
President of the game, this is my inauguration
Since the beginning, haters have been fuelin me
Nothin they could do, to stop me spittin fluently
Nothin new to me, the money was always true to me
If hip hop is dead then i guess im spittin the eulogy
My flow is ridiculous, everything but conspicuous
Call me gucci mane, the way I be rippin this
Fuck the haters, middle finger in the air
When imma get it, get used to the finest here
Yeah Im outta sight, something like the savior
Aint calling myself God, lets just say he is my neighbor
Im at the top, and its like someone hit the enter key
Aint on the same level, they falling somewhere up under me
What you know, I'm a motherfuckin heavyweight
Professional, this is flow is perfect in every way
Rappers these days look hungry like they never ate
And they be actin like bitches, I call em letter H
OE, now you see what I mean nigga
I'll take ya boys down, no need for a team nigga
Just something small i threw together....
Sure to bake em, but no i dont need the recipie
I get inside your girl, all i say is open sesame
Take a look at ya mic, and wonder what the lesson be
If your stats high, remember that its still less than me
Blow up every hard drive, yall cant erase me
Or forget me, whichever the case may be
They say money talk, so i guess you cant conversate
I could talk forever, yeah my wallets lookin great
See me on that mic, you know ill stop that constant hatin
President of the game, this is my inauguration
Since the beginning, haters have been fuelin me
Nothin they could do, to stop me spittin fluently
Nothin new to me, the money was always true to me
If hip hop is dead then i guess im spittin the eulogy
My flow is ridiculous, everything but conspicuous
Call me gucci mane, the way I be rippin this
Fuck the haters, middle finger in the air
When imma get it, get used to the finest here
Yeah Im outta sight, something like the savior
Aint calling myself God, lets just say he is my neighbor
Im at the top, and its like someone hit the enter key
Aint on the same level, they falling somewhere up under me
What you know, I'm a motherfuckin heavyweight
Professional, this is flow is perfect in every way
Rappers these days look hungry like they never ate
And they be actin like bitches, I call em letter H
OE, now you see what I mean nigga
I'll take ya boys down, no need for a team nigga
Just something small i threw together....
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