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[Verse 1]
Fuck a hook, it ain’t never been a specialty
Errybody plottin on a mil and celebrity
Fuck what you tellin me, that ain’t my recipe
I just need my homies, loud, tunes, that’ll settle me
I grab a mic and recite a lyric
In my zone, no struggle, I don’t hear a critic
I got my shine, y’all can’t block out my rhymes
It’s the starr, keep it drummin, on some fucking nickel nine
It’s the truth when I spit
Hit the booth, fuck a roof, I got no limit
Y’all can never hold me down, turn me up in this bitch
Makin music for the music, fuck that company shit
Always plottin on the next
If you never heard me out, you ain’t never heard the best
Tell the game it’s a bitch, I’m just waitin for the sex
I been trynna get it in but she ain’t never getting wet
[Verse 2]
And imma always keep it coming fool
Never gonna stop till I see Larry Holmes in front of you
And fuck that, imma knock that bitch out
Spittin real when you start to see me bleedin out the mouth
Its that educated raw shit
Never killed tenacity, been spittin in a mosh pit
Music is our lives, why’s the rhythm in our brains
Stay imprinted in our steps, steady killin’ on the pain
Pick the critics by they necks, industries by they fangs
If y’all never gave a fuck here’s the first to attain
Said the music in the blood, and I’m a maafucking king
Y’all can suck on these nuts if you ain’t in the ring
It’s the greatest of all time, I’m a beast with these flows
Word to joey bad, packin heat if trees rolled
Always next to green, like my name been Cee-Lo
On my grind, bombin beats, till they reach ground zero
On my grind, on my grind, on my grind bombin beats till they reach ground zero [x2]
Oh my god, forsaken he’s type “I”, relation to no other patient, doctors say ‘He’s a prob” [x2]
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