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uh

yeah

the first rule of business is mind your own two

cause it ain't hard to make a shit list especially when the rhyming is through

i keep a distance

never been predicted

never been a victim of any math defining my moves

i keep a needle to the wax and keep my eye on the groove

present the evidence and every single client is true

i'm out for gettin' it and not forgettin' it

these are differences of different elements inside of the booth

it's all you

ride dirty

transport filthy

trench coat white leather to the floor milky

i killed a chinchilla and left the store guilty

the velvet was crumbled but the velour silky

and i crushed it like butter leathers on my futon

tossing money like croutons

make the pair fit gator boots on

with the newton

rolling the new triple south central

dipping in continentals

pin it quick to shut up and kiss the instrumental

shits official like it came with whistles

they know the drizz when they roll with blizz

crack the tree roll the sour d in a fronto leaf

follow me

i tell it how it be

like that's how it is

how the fuck you shit on a nigga who believes in himself

inebriated on my dreams

i had to see for myself

even my family couldn't see what i felt

but that ain't stop me nigga

watch me mute your talking i don't need any help

i'm creeping in stealth

driving and proving i'm nice to these niggas

jiving trying to provide em through all the whack raps

you cats supply em

i'm lying

i'm the epitome of the perfect timing

purpose writing got me surface riding

dawg it's perfect science

we shoulda went half on a boat

we toast mimosa's

had the chauffeur pass me my coat

the day was over

i told her play the grown up she suppose to

i would toss the g

but it's just the g she knew me

the corporate office often

will say your boss and the boss' bitty

i couldn't find a better bitch to boss it with me

we talk of titties or we talk of titties

we talk bikini's

now puerto ricans envy so we talkin mini's

damn

pardon me i'm just thinking on the angles

you disconnected due to the friction on the cables

you flipped on me

switched the position on the tables

surfing on a cloud blowing kisses at the angels

i'm still out grinding

chasing the dream

nights i slept with my face in a machine

seven weeks in thermal and denim jeans

dirty from the trenches my record was never clean

i'm a front line soldier

when it's possible i steal blood

it comes with the territory my boots carry mud

scheming on the next young stallion that got strut

somewhere in between too much and not enough

damn

i still remember when i broke the roaches open

now you see us floating on a boat and uh

to say this was my dream would be a lie

but nowadays it seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by

nothings forever right? i don't know man

i like the show for now until they change the program

since i was one second old i've been a grown man

showered in cologne and own my own land

oh man