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Featuring Sample from "Rocky"
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Featuring Sample from "Rocky"
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That's the only place where you can buy the FULL copy (samples and all)
Otherwise it comes out retail November 9, go grab it.
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Shout to all my fans, glad I can aspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire war
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it wont show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say imma suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for Primetime
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap is yours, you should rap alone
With me they getting genius bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebottle scrutiny
If I'm to be compared its only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to fuck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that aint the style he dates
Mine sit on the bed and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the new comers to my habitat
That comes before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell inspiring artist "think beyond grater"
I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living some be earned never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that ill end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
at the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
Ill teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where im from niggas would fear getting shrunk by shooters
But my equals to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but every words like it's a hallow
My niggas off parole so I give them something pure to follow
Cuz he aint have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which makes me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
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FUCK MAINSTREAM