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Correct Premaducers Lyrics
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Kent Jones
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Correct Premaducers
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Yeah, yeah I see they gettin' super comfortable over there, or rather complacent It's Primadonna producer syndrome, it's so contagious All of a sudden they accomplished in everybody faces It's crazy what you see a grown man do for a placement I'm still gettin' BMIs for when all my shit was peakin' Lookin' at my bank account, I see them pinches peakin' Lookin' at me and you, we do it for different reasons All that other shit you doin', just attention seekin' When you really got it, ain't gotta reach for it When you talented, you ain't even brush, gotta speak for it And I never been no one to do the stereotypin' But she ain't my type and that's why I'm in the Quays bored' I never wanna come off from my raps like I'm upset But I wouldn't be real if I ain't get it off my chest I leave social media to those who use it best Lunch lady, I'm servin' you niggas with the net Don't be makin' these statements you'll later on regret I don't respond immediately 'cause I move with patience Don't be back pedallin', apologizin' Sayin' that I'm nice, it was impulse, you ain't posed to mean to say it Like I should just turn my cheek like lil' bro and take it Like you weren't one of them ones that shocked I made it Like you was so surprised when I seen the hatred Like I ain't the one the city deem the greatest My cousin Jay doin' the bid and sent me 8 letters And how it's crazy that we let age get us And how it moves him every time he sees me on the screen And all them other days he said my music made better You can't get her, I late met her, I ain't never But I'm pretty sure that she taste better She got me in a little spill, lower case letters Her man ain't finished his sentence like open space question Market least for good stars, she wasn't on the dart Told her and them, come here before we part My mandem, some nig' got my cards You can swipe it and he throw it, call it catchin' a charge Never got gas, instead I listen These niggas too thirsty for recognition Yeah, the way that you workin' be less efficient Say you got a sound but it's just repetition I don't care about the money you ever spent All you front this frost, clearly evident And they ain't even gotta agree in they head with it As long as at the end of the day they respect this shit Smilin' at my accomplishments but you hardly was proud Tried to say 'cause of a image, they couldn't marker my style We still makin' music at the spot right by your house I'm like a 30 second fight, shit, I'm hardly around Punchin' 9 to 5 clocks 'cause the bills start to pile Where would me and my son be if I had followed the crowd? Shit and I'm never backin' down Maybe five years from now we can see who still around Jones
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