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I seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have But never forgot it though Brothers on the corner selling crack like it was nada though Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor Police banging on the door While gripping a 44 I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I seen before Y'all see a white boy but my daddy a negro Half breed mother fucker with the mic and he flow I just wanna spread love they want me to bleed slow I just wanna keep the peace and help people Give doe of this money that I'm making to the people So if you hating on me god damn you evil And just don't understand cuz I'm flyer than Kinevil Been through a lot of shit But I keep it on the D low Never busting in them streets But I keep it G though I ain't in a fairy tale I'm just me, ho Only thing I talk about is everything that we know I heard you got a fucking problem bitch I bet I beast Ain't no need to reach I don't need a piece I just kill em with kindness Yeah we leave 'em deceased And tell it like it is So now you got it capiche Homie what up Let me bring it back down They think it's a game right now But it ain't the same right now Know my name right now Back where I came from now We gon' live it up Til we bring it back down they think it's a game right now But it ain't the same right now Know my name right now Back where I came from now We gon' live it up Til we bring it back down I hope you live a long life hating And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating Uh, so successful they probably say I signed with satan But I got God on my side Always down to ride Don't get it twisted I ain't perfect in the least I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease Matter fact like a geneticist These rappers records coming out they so repetitive Shoutout my homie chance Peace to Skizzy Mars Rattpack homie Castro we dropping bars It's all love Man this shit is ours They never thought I'd make it shooting for the stars Yeah I'm a born sinner but it's a cold world Shoutout my homies that know me can't forget my old girl But that's a touchy subject like a priest woah I heard y'all finally eating over there we got a feast though Keep it Rattpack Til the beat go You might not get the flow now let it sit though Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio Racism all up in them that shit is irrelevant My flow is colorblind Rapping for the hell of it I don't give a fuck My mind state celibate Run quick tell a bitch Rap getting me hella rich At the blue like elephants My flow is so elegant Death before dishonor Murdering rappers in front of they mommas I rep artanis Decipher the word cuz it's ebonics Reverse the letters and it spell Sinatra Yes I gotcha bitches Let me bring it back down They think it's a game right now But it ain't the same right now Know my name right now Back where I came from now We gon' live it up Til we bring it back down they think it's a game right now But it ain't the same right now Know my name right now Back where I came from now We gon' live it up Til we bring it back down |