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Intro
Yo, I had a dream last night and I was sitting at the table with Biggie, Pac, Jay-Z, Nas, and Kanye
They turned and looked at me and was like, „Yo, you next.”
GOOD, what up?
I need a deal man
I got these loans I gotta pay back
Verse
In my legend blues
Head so far in the clouds
Fuck a pair of shoes
I’m a need a parachute to lay these verses down
Industry niggas pitching dreams and not a hit in town
All these curves they’ve been throwing they should work the mound
How many niggas really worthy of the crown
Swear the hooks like Kareem, think it’s magic when they hear the sound
Showtime! Cali what up?
I got some bitches in the Valley with daddy problems that’s down to fuck
I know some women with dreams back at the crib
But they auction out the pussy to the highest bid
Point her to the flyest whip, tightest grip
The Tyler Perry shit
Who shooting the most niggas with the longest clips?
I’m on that higher shit, spitting real fire shit
Wheels turning, tire shit
Oh, you got that Midas shit?
Fuck a gold digger, never on some minor shit
Keep it 300, King Leonidas shit
Making real Gs moving on some silent shit
Always keep steel, never on some hyper shit
My niggas ready on some violent shit
One call and that pump open chests on some pirate shit
Rabbit as* I got a bag of tricks
Filled with 9s that’ll spit, watch it flip your entire 6
Close range that Nina will stain suits
They listen for 10 shots but bananas are strange fruits
Cash rules everything around me
Tone get that money
Dummy, you think it’s sunny here come the rain
Midway, where the kids will bang and leave brains on the street this is memory lane
Where the semi is spraying
And them niggas been praying
But ain’t no church in the wild so them niggas is preying
For the licks and stains
For the bricks and cane
Just to stunt for fake niggas and that bitch for brain
Our oppressors want to do it for the trips to Spain
But we the slaves so we settle for the whips and chains
Young money I’m Wayne
With a mind like Bruce
In the booth I’m Clark
But I punch like Bane
South Chicago alum, headed to the stars
Even when them cells got low we never caught a charge
In this galaxy that change won’t come
For 50 years, we’ve been singing the same songs that Sam sung
These niggas want my soul, they Shang Tsung
Cause I’m spitting Polaris, best believe we ain’t the same son
More heart when we come
Air colder where I’m from, dawg I doubt we even breathing through the same lungs
They made a list of the greats and mentioned Fame
I guess you star 6-7’d dawg, they saying they ain’t see your name
I’m riding clean in that Black Mercedes
My pockets good like I block for Brady
I might take it undercover when I copy your lady
Say he the one that brought the Magic back, how is that?
I guess he’s just the Chi McGrady
House civil but the block was crazy
Couple niggas put you in a scope for acting shady, mind your safety
The Lost Files let them know it was real
He doing numbers like that and they don’t know how to feel
Send some shots at these niggas I don’t know if they healed
These niggas tired I don’t know if they will
You got a big mouth Tone they ain’t tell you to chill?
(laughs) Yeah, they told me to chill
But I swear that I’m the realest I can’t keep it concealed
I see the cards somebody get me a deal man what’s up?
Yeah, I see the cards somebody get me a deal
Send some shots at these niggas I don’t know if they healed
Yeah, and I don’t know if they will man what’s up?
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