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Yeah I got this feeling like 2010, and I′m riding through Memphis on Mendehall 808 Mafia spinning instrumentals on the new 12s in the trunk I'm beating through the city limits, freestyling and plotting on millions And spitting written classics, tapping with the magic Hunger and the passion, passing the streetlights And I′m daydreaming, flying international Now I'm tapping with the supernatural And I'm supercalifragilistic, the SPL of dope Come and get the smoke, fresh up off the boat Roll up to the show, fresher than the Pope God spoke, I awoke, I arose from the concrete From the dirt streets, ball like D-Rose Might catch a recall, the way I′m killing beasts And serving audio code (what?) And it′s fresh off the boat (why?) And I'm fresh off the-, ah, I feel like Nicola Yoke I ain′t missing in the post, on my post From the moment the sun rolls, 'til the sun goes down Exile the evil, I show up and show out It′s a showdown, I brought the angels 'round (I brought the angels ′round) Mm, put the cup down, you need activation Put the pill down, you need aspiration Put my crown down at the altar Our Father in Heaven, they're talking abomination Letras de cancionesI got something to say though But I know it won be popular with the population But it's history in the making (Let′s sing the glory and all of Your power) (We gave You that grace, we′re singing Your praise) (We gave a worship unto the Father) (We give You that praise) I got this feeling like 2015, I'm riding through Memphis on Riverdale I′m just trying to make some jump Mixtapes and a trunk, new merch in the front Talk come in like the first of the month They were asleep, I was up through the early morning And started recording in the court Mama, I'ma make it just like we discussed Feel the adrenaline, got me in a rush Never know when I be sent back to the dust So I′m making the days count And I'm counting the days down ′Til I'm on the tour bus Now I'm on the tour bus Trying not to be a first round bus Trying to figure out who that I can trust in the mix But it′s missing real ones Really one of them ones One to one, never could be a one and done For sure I don′t care about being cool with the cool kids I just kick it with my dawgs, they pit bulls I hit a home run, go back to the bullpen I'm writing timeless, outside finest God′s finest, God's finest (Let′s sing the glory and all of Your power) (We gave You that grace, we're singing Your praise) (We gave a worship unto the Father) (We give You that praise) From Letras Mania