Tonalité : F# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Oh, you know,
I'ma start this one off,
know what I'm talkin' about by givin' a shout -out to, you know,
Decor for makin' this awesome beat.
Gotta give another shout out
to all I'm talkin' about
Ben
Engineel,
Oscar,
On
Beat
Studios, you know
We finna do it like this
Aye, whoever said you couldn't
make it doin' rap
Unless your soul draw
a short stint in a trap
That purpose won't create the wind,
won't defend it
Like jeans and you're under a drone,
it wasn't workin'
Started meditatin' bout myself,
who should I be?
Will
Pam fly before this destination
on this journey?
Probably, I mean probably,
fix my grammar
You know these southern folks
are ignorant when they answer
Hip -hops, baby, style elastic
Outcast, offspring, outbring classic
Mixed with a bit of
Harry
Potter, sprinkle coffee bean
Planet
South
Florida,
Octosaur,
Blossom,
Eric
B
Eric
Biddens, that is my last name, though
Ain't tryin' to disrespect the legend,
Eddie
Pavo
I'm just sayin' I'm what
Michael
Ceri is to movie
A blockbuster, super bad, far from lackluster
I ain't finished
What can mold me?
Only telekinesis
So I fake illusion in the book
I currently read
Skim through the rhymes,
find genius and code it
Now I gotta slow down,
cause I'm too ahead of a pony
They wanna scope out my mind,
so I can't be the only
But really, never that
Shuffle up the cards,
we could deal them back
I'll give you a chance to get
a spade if you ain't got it
Since we playin'
A's high, I know that I
can live without it
Colder than a polar bear's
esophagus and colon
You'll say I got no hot shit,
but I spit my shit out frozen
Holy macaroni,
I'm the noodles in the ravioli
That means I'm better with cheese,
so let me hold it
Cause I'm starving, begging for a meal,
got an appetite
Can eat a pterodactyl to be
flying every single bite
And ride the waves of my
natural highs
You know that keep me on my toes,
so I never be tired, I'm never
Aye,
Aaron
B, check this out, man
What's going on?
Since you so tired, won't you sit down?
Get a cup of that coffee bean juice,
let me rock him for a little bit, man
Shoot, I got a couple bars on me
Come on
I'm sick of everybody hating
how the next man ball
Mama said nothing nice,
don't say nothing at all
Most of the time I tongue with the cat
I'm sick of rap on the radio,
let's take it back
So get your knapsack
and trees on your
Timberland boots
I'm underground like my family tree,
it's in the roots
I'm sick of groups on
this retro 80's shit
Word today, momma,
in the 90's changing baby shit
I'm sick of auto -tune,
that's like me playing baseball
With a robot hitting balls to the moon
I'm sick of finding out my favorite
rapper got a ghostwriter
I let my toes fire to the more you spoke, liar
Y 'all was busting for nothing,
rappers disgusting
I'm sick and tired like the elderly hustling,
I'm clutching
To the thought of the real havin' a pill again
I play my cards every time, deal me in
Eyes shut as I rise up
I toss and turn as I turn a blank
page and fire it up
I'm stuck in a dream
So tired but I fiend for
a clean sheet of paper
And a
Pro
Tools screen with a loop runnin'
What it do, youngin'?
I put it down before I pick it up
Runnin' with the home team
I bring the heat and rock
the beat for the bean
Seen a queen call bitch, a kingpin snitch
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Seen a man have nothin' but the
fact that he rich
Sometime, be unfixed by a third of a day
Been close so many times,
yet feel further away
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Heard them say good things,
come to those that wait
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Think I was in the wrong place,
and they closed the gate
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