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17 Million, One Album, C. Milian Track 7....Lets make the hardest album of all time. I shit verses like this and have over 20 already written that may not even be used because they just keep getting better but this is me just playing around and talking business folks.
Pat Pat The God Son
Lil Wayne, Here comes the pain
Ya see when u say ur the best rapper alive, I cant help but strive
To wipe your ass, Off this Earth, Like Child birth
My child, Smirk at your whack tattoos, Go lay fat dudes
To rest, I need to be the best, I need to feel your chest
Tremble in fear, For I am God’s Second Son, And ur not dumb
Lets play psychology, My biology is Godly, Oddly enough
Nail tough guys to the cross with Rick Ross, Go wash your hands
They’re full of sins, You’re full of wins, Went straight to the head like bullets
I can tell, You shot yourself, Lol
What’s that smell, You’re close to hell, You almost fell
But I can lift you back up off the floor, Just pack up, Walk out the door, Get in your Jet
Come to Gerald R. Ford, Scoop the Son, Fly with One
Write with dumb luck, Both thumbs up, You just flung up
You’re dinner, Eat with me sinner, Drop a beat with me, Winner
We’ll rap about G’s us and God, Before you get the Devil’s prod,
I have hope for everybody but skateboarders in tight jeans
We have the right means to change the world a mean left hook
No Ollie, No Molly, Just Godly Green Scenery, Greenery
Best buds, Don’t hold back your thugs, They ain’t touching me
No one rushing me, This flys out my pen at full speed
No greed, You can borrow my Aladdin pen, We’ll have the world mad N
Turnin purple, Gasping for more, Air Force Jordan couldn’t jump us
We full of lead, Just let it go, Not time to blow, You will know
When to post up, Pass it to the shooter, This will be a shocker
God will win, Everyone’s heart will belong to us,
But IM the best rapper alive, Ready to die, Where greatness strives
Where greatness lives, Let’s go to Heaven, The number 7
I represent, I bring present, Don’t pass,
Don’t miss this next one, Lil Wayne this YOUR opportunity
Lil Tunechi, Lil Munchi, Lil Crunchy, Pick you out my teeth with DJ Keef, Lets blow a reef
Then blow the world away, I’ll pay Lil Wayne, Oh yea! And God back!
77 Grand a verse, Get out your purse.
Pat Pat The God Son
Lil Wayne, Here comes the pain
Ya see when u say ur the best rapper alive, I cant help but strive
To wipe your ass, Off this Earth, Like Child birth
My child, Smirk at your whack tattoos, Go lay fat dudes
To rest, I need to be the best, I need to feel your chest
Tremble in fear, For I am God’s Second Son, And ur not dumb
Lets play psychology, My biology is Godly, Oddly enough
Nail tough guys to the cross with Rick Ross, Go wash your hands
They’re full of sins, You’re full of wins, Went straight to the head like bullets
I can tell, You shot yourself, Lol
What’s that smell, You’re close to hell, You almost fell
But I can lift you back up off the floor, Just pack up, Walk out the door, Get in your Jet
Come to Gerald R. Ford, Scoop the Son, Fly with One
Write with dumb luck, Both thumbs up, You just flung up
You’re dinner, Eat with me sinner, Drop a beat with me, Winner
We’ll rap about G’s us and God, Before you get the Devil’s prod,
I have hope for everybody but skateboarders in tight jeans
We have the right means to change the world a mean left hook
No Ollie, No Molly, Just Godly Green Scenery, Greenery
Best buds, Don’t hold back your thugs, They ain’t touching me
No one rushing me, This flys out my pen at full speed
No greed, You can borrow my Aladdin pen, We’ll have the world mad N
Turnin purple, Gasping for more, Air Force Jordan couldn’t jump us
We full of lead, Just let it go, Not time to blow, You will know
When to post up, Pass it to the shooter, This will be a shocker
God will win, Everyone’s heart will belong to us,
But IM the best rapper alive, Ready to die, Where greatness strives
Where greatness lives, Let’s go to Heaven, The number 7
I represent, I bring present, Don’t pass,
Don’t miss this next one, Lil Wayne this YOUR opportunity
Lil Tunechi, Lil Munchi, Lil Crunchy, Pick you out my teeth with DJ Keef, Lets blow a reef
Then blow the world away, I’ll pay Lil Wayne, Oh yea! And God back!
77 Grand a verse, Get out your purse.
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