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I ain't done one of these in a minute I was busy hot-boxing, rolling trees in a Civic Traveling overseas with all paid expenses My face on the big screen, go see Detention Don't get it twisted I ain't ever falling off bro Got a surplus of bars, my flow Costco The road is my religion and my flow is the gospel My flow's so godly, your flow's god awful Catch me up in K-Town, hanging with bad b*tches Cause they find nothing more attractive than ambition And I'm the definition, go and ask Webster Put my city on the map, took it past Western It's K-Town baby, every city that I rock I yell that sh*t I'ma stack mad Grammys and Adele that sh*t Put my ex on a record and then sell that sh*t That's some real ass sh*t, better tell that b*tch EOM EOM on the beat If you're trying to battle me, just D-O-N-T Don't do it, don't do it mothaf*ckas I know I've been gone a while I've been out in Ghana with Dave Chappelle on a llama Getting wiser Dalai Lama But I'm back with a vengeance like Old Boy But this ain't the remake by Spike Lee, no boy I be that ignorant immigrant, tweeting like I'm 50 Cent Jeremy Lin's evil twin, jersey number triple six, sh*t You know I've been ill since the sonogram When I die I'm rocking with the 2Pac Hologram B*tch! |