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Michael Christmas
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Yeah So when you listen to this, I want you to imagine like As soon as I start rapping Like I came into the booth And I started rapping When I started rapping I walked in, put the headphones on And I was just like Hit the strip club Got blue balls went home and jerked off Ate a chicken patty, took a shower NBA 2K game sliders Juwan Howard Hitting threes you mad? Nigga please I got black sage, Johnny Cage, diamonds not today Pay tuition before I ever cop a chain Other rappers tried to sway into my lane But I got game for a lame And Puerto Rican Martha Stewart I'm sitting on her lap while she pat me on my back Like my mom's wearing Baby Phat A hundred emoji, prayer hands, fire, its lit I thank God for this gift And if I ever win a Grammy I'll do something worthy of a gif Kiss my momma then I'm back to this Motel 6 Can't show emotion like I'm Drago I'm blessed from a city where I'm tryna grow taller than the shadows Shadows of the night Shadows of the Pru Shadows of the sky What I'm supposed to do Shadows of the night Shadows of the past Shadows of the city Shadows growing fast Shadows of the night Shadows of the Pru Shadows of the sky What I'm supposed to do Shadows of the night Shadows of the past Shadows of the city Shadows growing fast And every rapper ain't a God Every album ain't a movement I say what a weird day 'Cause every day we on some new shit Gettin' bigger than a fat bitch Say I got an accent, then front a couple thousand Got 'em screaming, fuck that bitch I remember when I used to shovel get some cash quick Go to Foot Locker get some kicks and go to school So I can have a couple niggas hate on mine Like they just average My nigga who asked you? My niga who asked you? Weird rapper I just passed you [?] look mad at you Oh now look you mad Your face done turn sideways like ass groove I'ma pave the way for all the niggas from my city, gettin busy But you hate 'cause you don't peep their creativity, like Derek, Timmy, Stizzy, Goodwin, OG, [?], Reefy, Bari, Shami, [?] [?], Taco, Sam, Hassan, [?], [?], [?] Mars, Jefe, Fancy Oy Vey, Mikey, [?], Lucy, [?] The list goes on for days and years But I just got this instrumental This remind me of the times when me and pops wore matching timbos Running from the storms The doors unlocked, that's half the battle Salt up in my shoes, I'm tryna grow taller than the shadow
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