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[Verse 1]
Bitch I鈥檓 back let me kick it
Run it back, I been after my raps, Fuck a critic, like
Let me get it right, Sippin’ on that miller lite
Flippin’ with the scriptures, dilla killin’ erry night
On that jerry rice, wide with my reach
I been on my own grind trynna shine with my speech
Let em feel it, pass with the physic
On the track, with a train of thought, you can鈥檛 kill it
I got the flowers and the beats
Let em hate, I鈥檓 just on the grass like some cleats
Dilla from the grave, stay engraved when I preach
Cuz this Music is God, homie here are these melodies
Its that therapy, spittin’, getting therapeutic
Tell crooked I, I been livin’ with that very rubric
How I do it, I鈥檓 just shiftin’ for my success
I got a dream, fuck a dollar bitch I’m up next
Homie here are these melodies
[Verse 2]
Maui Thai in yo face as the bass kick
Summer wave high turned to real like a shape shift
Tell them hate this, still smoking aces
If I ain’t the best, god damn you a racist
The most dope, with no blow, just coke flow
Fuck a photo, the pro go like go pro
In the dojo, bro on the L
I鈥檓 just fresh with the steez like a new shoe smell
So turn me up with the melodies
Jazz infused crack and track killin’ felonies
Fuck an enemy, I鈥檓 just on my legacy
Music in my speakers, and some weed for the remedy
[2Pac Excerpt]
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