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Destinies fulfilled off the from the pillow talking How you killing my highs, I hope you built the I got lungs please excuse the coughing Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston is never given so I confiscate it Get acquainted with I get them acclimated Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice Had to escape the This ain't for ordinary people, compare me to rappers I'm to be like The Beatles, Give me some soul money, niggers is up Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the cut No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth You it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen I bars the metronome's a money machine A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the that was part of my dream And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't y'all Loud B.O.T. above y'all, at 4 am, fuck the last call We heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all
Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til see the judges Dark of town, baby mama blues, When drama ensues Ndomakong Suh Old lyin ass as boys, Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy I'm a tenant my opinion is
I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing I'm at with luggage flyin straight to the money And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is So they quote me and love me I'm a poet or something Hoe I kick it, I it like Reggie Roby or something Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me Make the least of you haters, the most of your money Have that consistent drive long as motor's running
I used to up mama house by opening ovens Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that coming That's shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff a sip of my yack Thinking back of the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't thinking of rap, they giving a f-ck Now everywhere I go be giving it up I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders They had that rocking a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky We always pray for polo, we you little Penny We skip college, chase and black pennies Not in the of Zamunda but it's mad semi's Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act
This where they you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask They love you then hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling Who got the n-gga ? n-gga, n-gga, My... dont keep it deuce work, work, work, work, work.