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Uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I got the MJ disease cause MCs wanna be me If I spit anything it's gonna be heat Cause Dilla Dawg a one of a kind nigga Killin' em off with the rhymes, motherfuckin' son of a 9 nigga If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind niggas First thing that come to your mind when you think of hardcore Takin' cuts to the front of the nine I break blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs The city of G's, the gaters, and gutter The switches and D's, the haters and murder My niggas runnin' the streets, they ready to eat And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps And most carry so be ready to bleed if you talk shit Why check these nigga threat'in the Dee, we walkin' Most of my niggas been locked down for something, prolly Bitch smackin' niggas not down for nothin' Got a fetish for dough, cheese, bucks Out for the lettuce so blow these nuts Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Everybody's not goin', gettin' They mad because they can't accept me Letras de cancionesThey try to hex me, especially those who never rose They want better clothes and nicer lives I don't have an ego, I go harder than average people Plus I got twice the drive Suited and booted, niggas might have heard I was lost You might wanna consider your source I try to play it cool, show people that I can chill So wealthy people take me serious and know I'm real Open a club up in Shanghai I ain't step inside yet Silicon Valley every two months On private jet, I'm venture capital nigga Read it how I invest I'm in the trade so much The Wall Street Journal but I don't flex or front too much It's too early to serve you, I'd rather curve you This ain't just rap, this facts I'm in places, I shock places they don't see black So if you're ever in malaise tell 'em Nas said peace Frontin', I've never been in Maldives, not even Greece yet But I bet out in Greece I get that respect From Letras Mania