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Nef The Pharaoh
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[Verse 1: Nef the Pharaoh] The yay area, yeah boy that's where I'm from I never sold a million records but my time will come First show I did in Sac was Dre Day with the Jack I'm paranoid, don't sit behind me, they shot bruh in the back Got the world in my palms, Jack tatted on my arms Mix a lot, praise Allah, always kept your faith in God Burgers at Nations, big bruh taught me patience No pork on my fork, keep a K for the haters This the M-O-B, yeah you know me I'm loving how the whole world respect King Shaheed [?] introduced us the music made us close You would pull up in that Simply lemonade, fuck a soda And it's crazy how one death fuck up the game And these square ass niggas use your name in vain I vow to always keep it mob I'm trying to see through the pain Never blink, and ask God, "Am I the jack of all trades? [Chorus: Nef the Pharaoh] This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die [Verse 2: Nef the Pharaoh] [?] I'm past ill, gas spill Hit you with that flip mo, what the Jack feel? You ain't gotta look around, I am that ill In the back of the titty bar, payin' hoes bills Is that your girl? Is that your girl, girl aye? Took her to the telly, did 100 in her pearl, aye Girls say, "Chang, you the champ" Did it all for my son 'cause he gonna be a better man Standing by stars with a clip in the car Sometimes I pop niggas, I ain't never felt sorry Bitch, I still ride scrape, fuck a rooster in a 'Rari DJ, play the Jack or we shooting up the party Glamorous lifestyle, Neffy so gnarly I'm liable to pull up on a Harley with shorty I vow to always keep it mob, I'm tryna see through the pain I never blink and ask God, "Am I the jack of all trades?" [Chorus: Nef the Pharaoh] This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die [Verse 3: Rydah J. Klyde] Got me feeling like I'm a 21 year old figa That's my nigga and it really don't get no bigga They miss the Mob Figaz, Money Gang, me and Chang Chang Can't see it through the bread, let your boogie bang bang I came through pieced-up with my waves greezed-up When I step in the place, all the bitches freeze-up Jesus, heard she had a baby and she named him that Queen had a King named Shaheed and she named him Jack [?] macker, the Calico packer Long live the king, the legacy live long after Smack the taste out your mouth, you say the name In vain, the game, tryna gain a little fame You lil lames, I'ma snatch the seats of these geeks Hope you'd do the same for me when if I can't speak, never weak Naw never, nigga I've been mobbin' like 10, 15 years It's like I gotta switch gears Ah [Chorus: Nef the Pharaoh] This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die This nigga gonna get on out there 22 and I've been everywhere But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die
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