[Verse 1]
Look I'm not a gimmick it's not a rap I'm tryin' to mimmick
My life move by a mile a minute make the best of it while I'm in it
Talk shit I'll never get offended I'm so pushed to the limit
I can shake off 20 haters - ignore 'em and handle my business
Hollywood got my name cement in
A treat to every rapper in the game all that seven up in it
5" 6, but I stand tall
Built for war, sort of like great wall of China
Hear my footsteps like Yao Ming's behind'cha
Don't remind me
Do whatever do you fly back and there'd be hell on earth for you to find me
They say we all look alike, cook alike
But they ain't know that we all crooks alike
I changed the game when I took the mic
In freestyle what it took for you to write
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I am here now say what you want
I know I got something you want
I am here now think what you want
This is my life let's ge it on
[Verse 2]
It's like the curse being successful
The more progress the more stressful
Don't ask about hard I got a chest full
Throw into a sess pool of sex jew
So my next move is to elevate for the best view
I got a few things to confess too
They say I'm famous I don't feel special
Pluck from a few to be placed on a pleddle stool
Only to be redicule and find out they wanna get rid of you
Onces you in a panicle they try to limit you
From the start of your career until when they finish you
That's why in interview I keep my shit in pinamu
And if I do say something is a bliminal
Is it because I'm signed with killers and criminals?
It's pittyful this rap game is too political
But fuck it I ain't got shit else to do
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[Verse 3]
Y'all, y'all
You ain't gotta give me my respect, I'ma take it
You gotta punch me in tonight, I'ma lay it
You gotta loan me no money, I'ma make it
And I'll do anything that I can get away with
I say what I want, take it how you take it
Media hype that I've created has a hance a my hatred
I came from the basement rolls among the stars like a space ship
Face it, there is no replacement
Time you spent lookin' for the one is time wasted
I do devine I design you can't trace it
So, give it up I ain't bitter but
I'm sick enough to take my contract and rip it up
Plus my friends say I'm forgettin' stuff
Is it 'cause I've been getting touched while I'm out Rap been gettin' bucks
And my march in my Miami indeed
Oh, I ain't forget I just got my family to feed
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