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Yes, God! We ain't got no replacements! This shit is easy. It's too fucking easy! God! Dropping the bomb Sound the alarm Heart on my sleeve Blood on my arm Blade in my palm Cutting these records 'til 6 in the morn' Cut me a check or just leave me alone I need a crown I need a throne I am the king You are a clone I hit the spot I'm in the zone What do you know Who would've thunk it? Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel and turning myself into something I studied the fundamentals of the craft, I made it up out of the dungeon I'm 'bout to punch it, I treat this bitch like a luncheon No it's not up for discussion I am disgusting Nigga you can't tell me nothing Who in the fuck, done it the way that I done it? I swear that my shit is original Letras de cancionesPressing your luck, thinking that you on my level Oh no my nigga we not similar I'm in the cut, plotting and planning my future I made a brand new maneuver All of this shit is amusing I don't believe it, it's an optical illusion I done been up I done been down Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises I had to run Go get it now Think of the winning, I can't do the losing I realize that this shit is a choice I am a fire, we lighting the torch Still overcompensating with your whack ass Living in the past nigga never that God! From Letras Mania