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Keep going! [Verse 1: Nick Grant] Uh, mind your business, bitch get out the way That nigga eating like God is great, I gotta say They watered down boy, I pull the flowers out the vase You either frowning at life or smiling at your wake Big face hundreds, I'm thinking Tyra Banks Moving dust for the bread, who ordered powder cake She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I gotta change She tryna show me the light, we share a common pain Uh, she love me, but baby what would you do for love Flow tight as a groupie hug, you knew what's up This is paradise, I live a [?] life I want my style back, cause you don't wear it right This .40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy diet A diamond in the rough, I went to Jared, right? Throwing bodies in trunks, know they ain't sparing life Man these nigga too pussy, they like a pair of dykes Yikes, bumping Anita Baker Slumped in my seat while she doming me and proceed to taste it My nigga hit me bout a lick, I told him "Keep it tasteful" Aye, they was blunt with a nigga, now they need the vapors I got the feature from Khaled, shit I'm forever grateful I'm in the ghetto like Nana pudding, vanilla wafers I'm from the ghetto where everyday is like Revelations I represent for them niggas dreaming that never made it Aye yo, they saying we got next though, go tell the neighbors Peep how I chef this shit up, baby go set the table They did us dirty, we paid them back - that's reparations Nigga I'm speeding through life, this shit is Talladega Check the scoreboard playa, we running up this paper Boy been a blowout, I feel like Angie Davis Wings on the coupe, flames under spoon All you new niggas looking like fiends on the loose I'm quick to spot a op like a stain on a suit My life is under construction like trees on a boot This shit is over, tell a fat lady sing the blues Lay you under a cold stone for trying to get the scoop I'm the truth nigga, this is audio Mona Lisa I burn this shit like cardio, promise you I'mma freak her Kidnap the princess, Mario hide your diva Kicking shit around these parts, they robbing you for ya sneakers Every line is murder shit, how is this not illegal Going dead on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, no I don't seek trends Cause all that shit that you talking bout is beneath him Well alright, bumping that Stevie Wonder People take head my hunger, the illest in this genre Ain't talking back to momma, so ain't no need to mumble Ain't acting out in church, but still I keep the thumper Only one taking life, just know I weave the punches Ok, I want the numbers, but I don't need the numbers I keep it funky with my circle like I'm eating Funyuns Leave the jungle just to comeback and feed the jungle And save the children, nigga [Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
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