This feels like, right in front of the freeway And when I'm done this should be in front of a DJ I watch whack rappers put their soul on Ebay Then expect excellence knowing their effortless I don't have a preference, I dislike all Say you run the globe? Well more like a disco ball I spread love as well Little nigga, big dreams, can bear-hug a whale into a lobster's tail Ugh Evacuate premises, rap's sinister suspicious The pastor stand back, the bible is open, the words have been spoken The moon and the stars align with the bars The broads are snapping their bras in broad day Cops meeting their quota running for arcades The three initial's on the pistols printed all K's The end is almost near, inferior of nothing Superior is an option and my synopsis is that I'm Frank Sinatra On the roster, top running Running races with my own shadow Look in the mirror then I start to battle Now a pyru is a crip, nor a pyru's just a value that is sure to be heard Like a fuckin sheep's cattle, niggas got some nerve Talkin bout they move birds Only thing I move now is a noun and a verb I am now on the verge of telling the real story Of a Compton native in the city "that kill for me" Cus you fabricated the realness The county building and the county children on food stamps Glorifying street cred, talkin' about "whoop whamp" But that's never the case Just a good lawyer who can sever the case Recording live from the city where the skinny niggas die and the semi bullets fly Drinking Remy out bottle till the pain run dry Like a desert Once the Desert Eagle ride by, what you reppin? What you reppin my nigga, you got a weapon? Well I got a profession my nigga It's called hip-hop since Pac was on gridlock Me against the world every hour, every second my nigga You want something, get something I could start a career AND I can end one, I'm H1N1 UGH Straight-A student who flow stupid Real raps get permanent income, UGH
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