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Yeah Yeah Got this shit loud in the headphones Hope y’all got this shit loud in the speaker, too Yeah On some laid back shit [Verse] Listen You don’t gotta sing along to this song In fact, you ain’t even gotta like it I ain’t looking for the validation when I write shit Got ‘em up and call ‘em con edison, embody what the light is Bills heavily, still I shine brightest Dropped a few vibes when I’m striking Punchlines in the ring, hold up Mike Tyson I ain’t trying to end up like Holyfield and hear you guys bitin’ I let the times inspire what I’m reciting If it ain’t the web, wanna see a nigga fighting If it ain’t the cops, wanna see a nigga license Prolly the cutie with the fat booty It’s harmonious Need to decipher who ya homies is Letras de cancionesCause these days, rappers sound the lonliest They do whatever to sell, they sound the phoniest Now watch ‘em fall when I drop like Sprint calls I went back to study the beginnings The hidden ancestors, the blessed ones, the winners Suddenly I felt the change like a Jenner But I ain’t changing gender, I’m changing the agenda I move like a king, my tempo different I got a groove like a king If life’s a bitch I manifest through the fling Watch it be a better woman Birth of a new wave, we gotta keep pushing Looking From where I’m at, these niggas can’t rap That’s mediocre, grinding ain’t enough Now you gotta be a joker But I’m the East coaster Follow me, but please don’t get too close to vultures All around me Rap’s the biggest thing on the scene and now they act stingy with the cream Same reasons some niggas put pies over dreams So if the love is real then it’s buys over streams America is a ghetto, I’m the reporter The president got goons, they tear gassing at the border It’s murder she wrote while she write, read, recorder Court call it man-slaughter While all the other folks claiming that they woke, moving like they half sleep Truth like WuTang group, shit is mad deep It’s no more police in my passion Those in the way of my vision descended when I’m blasting Wait You niggas clearly don’t understand me, fuck a Grammy Me, I do this shit for the family Hollering Grade A with no plan B And I’m forever young like Andy- Milonakis Your favorite rapper feeling philanthropy Watch him give it up. One life, live it up Vicious with the word and I’m a virgin, I don’t give a fuck Not a feeling-sparer, rather be a villain-clearer Vision (?) niggas still in prisons, only living near a- Ghetto I just can’t be mellow How they claim hoods they don’t even say hello? Do I give a shit about a rapper? Hell no Matter fact, while these guys die, I’ll play the cello Grim Reaper, that’s what the dumb call the teacher Styles like a feature Y’all don’t wanna see me, trying to get that cash money like Juvenile and B.G So I gotta eat they food till they scream greedy We be- Nothing alike, I’m clutching the mic Make joints like it’s something to light For any uniformed journalist that got something to write Culturally clueless, run up in your cubicle. Eazy-E, Ruthless Yeah Slim Chino. Original sauce like Benzino The theme, feeling like Doughboy in that last scene Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let’s work, let’s work, uh From Letras Mania