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Uh, let's go Uh, let's go, yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh, let's go, uh, let's go I just like, need Phonte to write me a intro That's what I need from him Ghostwriting intros out this this motherfucker Alright look, uh Got a 9th Wonder beat, a dutchie, and the diet Coke You better bring some fresh lungs if you tryin' to smoke Tatted up sleeves, I'm a mac with that cheese And these women show their titties when I'm rappin' on these beats Please, don't fuck around cause I'm a rapper with a mill made And who you kiddin', ride that flow that cain fill graves Spendin' days in the shade to eat the rarest salmon Chicks give me brains, but they dumber than a Sarah Palin Sick of Republican bitches who think they know it all If it could double they digits, they'd probably blow us all I got the coldest flow with loader hoes who blow they nose Into a holy rosary, got angels flying over me My poetry with sound make you hit 'em, Jim Thome chief Like Keef do, don't hate like all these people do They playin' peek-a-boo with monsters for a week or two Guarantee to hear about a murder when you read the news Yea, check me out I'mma let the beat breathe for a second Thanks 9th Wonder, man I ain't never rapped on none of your shit before, but I'm about to do it right now When I speak, sit up in your seat A sheik head wrap, make you think when I see You feel what I say? (?) me how I play? And I damn near spent a K on new paint Pay me in gold, see all, be great Men, raise your kids and we'll all be straight Ace, infinite A's, Teslas, Benz Damn, Chuck, you back on foreigns again? A couple wins, I shop for the affordable deal Cut the check my nigga, so I know that it's real The most poppin', the livest out rhymin' Nine hundred turbos out the lot, you could time me Real quick nigga, hit the Tommy with the iron Speed boat down the street, keep a eye out for the sirens They say you can't take it with you, but I need it Drawn tattoos in my tissue, gettin' weeded off the indica My girl pussy tight like she dipped it in the vinegar It's one of the reasons that I started gettin' into her Ridin' around in that (?), kitted up, partner You got a couple cars, but my shit just go harder Be happy, be healthy I'm smackin' these (?) with the zans for the low And that old Benz truck roll good in the snow You already know I rock the bulkiest, huskiest, chunkiest gold And I'm in the stocks, I keep my eye on the market You pretend a lot, it make you look like a target Nigga bend the block, snake niggas venomous plot Google maps on your iPhone to give it the spot And location All these apps so they could track yo ass And tap yo line and snatch yo cash I got the jellyfish tank with the Swarovski glass Crystal clear, yeah they wear pistols here For crystal dreams, cat schemes get you creamed Whether it's pills or the lean, don't matter what you fiend Black hoody, summer night, full as a Hummer tank I'm gassed, fully drivin' you niggas nutty, I'm Tommy Hanks Philadelphia sick, let me give you a clip Burn through your marrow, my flow will touch you like hollow clip Rap is the name, eh, twenty four one day I spend all my time rhymin' so in timin' I'm black k B momma, like your momma, give you life lyrically From Rollywood to Hollywood, not even Diedre Could detox for dopeness, 9th Wonder no coke needed Get high, no weed neither, I spit that shit that cold ether Rap is the name, eh, galaxy Foamposite Rare as some stars, word to 9th Wonder he rockin' 'bout it Yeah, just a little roundtable discussion Cool kids, Mac Miller, Rapsody From Pittsburgh to Chi-town To Raleigh-Durham To Cambridge, 9th Wonder
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