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[Beethoven]
Goddamn, Goddamn conversations with legends
Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren
Bitches we severin, hit up my jewel and watch’em freezes
Breaking bread like I’m Jesus
Money ain’t everything but somehow eases
Better believe us and then it leave us, the baby cryin’
Crack, cooking where my sister be frying soul food
Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude
He whippin’ her ass, I kill him I kill him I motherfucking kill him
I said I really want to kill him but I can’t
Cause if I do popo will claim I’m the villain but I ain’t
See my vision from pictures I paint
Do you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it
Okay I’m gone, memories resurface from hella long in my past
Chilling sippin Sinatra from a flask, little Bobby
Just a youngin’, skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble my homie in jail for robbing
Welfare, foodstamps and stealing from the store
Come home and see an eviction notice taped to my door
Couldn’t take no more, momma on drugs, daddy M.I.A
What can I say?
[Reid g]
Livin in NYC
Trying to live in a place for 20gs
Sleepin in the streets
I j killed YG
He tried to flee
He got no where
Now the has no hair
I took the chair
And im now the rap kings heir
[beethoven]
I’m beginning to feel like an orchestra God, orchestra God
All my people from the left to the right violin shake, violin shake
Now who thinks their legs are strong enough to organ rox, organ rox?
They said I orchestrize like an organ, so call me orchbot
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