Who dat who dat, the nigga you been waitin 4.

I mean the shyt was all bad just a week ago.

Rappers is bull shittin. Fuck it,

I ain't hatin though

Cuz Now a nigga hot enough to

fuck with one of satin's hoes.

& She cant tell the difference.

I been through hell? conditions.

Wishin for air conditions

feelin God was never listenin.

Now I'm on television

And did I fail to mention?

Your bitch is tired of missionary,

boy you failed the mission.

Speakin of positions? Just witness

how I elevated. Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck

whoever hate it. My life accelerated,

but had to wait my turn. But then I redecorated,

that means my tables turn. Live life, might as well,

only way to learn. Is try and fail clientele

the only way to earn. So if you're sellin crack..

or if you're sellin rap. Make sure it's mean

so them fiends keep on trailin back.

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Who dat who dat bitch I got the flame [x3]

So don't worry bout no muthafuckin name

The Mind state of a winner.

When you thinkin bout summertime

i'm thinkin bout the winter.

When you thinkin bout breakfast,

I'm heatin up my dinner. I was plottin this

moment back when yall was ridin spinners.

Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup.

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet.

Cloud told me "ain't you roc? well? where the fuck yo chain at?"

Guess it's somethin like your girl, nigga it aint came yet.
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The man make the chain chain dont make the man

how many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame

the cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Like we all headed to spain, they took the boat I took the plane.Dang

That boy sick.Now Hoes on his joystick. Heatin up like may weather dog

I'm on that floyyd shyt.

Boy stick, to ya day job.

Said you was hot but they lied.

Is that ya girl? Well I just g'd her/jeter no a rod.

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[Andre 3000]

Now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cole?!

The lil engine that could

this lil nigga is good

rappers claiming they sick I heal niggas for good

a couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood

ay me I'm fresh prince I'm will smith to the hood Baby!

aint sayin names but we not the same

all that money and the fame dont change the fact that u lame

might wanna grab you a chain wanna tip up your hat

might wanna purchase some game homie your shit is so wack!!!

i got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold datt

boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak

hey so anything you can do I can do better

and you chick you can screw I can get wetter

im young black get to live my life on the run!

bet ya bottom dollar before I'm done

they I'm the oneeeeeee

yeah nigga I'm the onee HA!!


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