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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Talbert Swan
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Yo
We still hustle till the sun come up
Until my daughter and my son come up
I'm still with the same clique
I wanna see my day ones come up
You running your mouths
I'd rather see my funds run up
Yo
It ain't another crew that can do what we do
We the illest, we make em feel us
But still we untouchable
So I be at it nonstop
Until I always got blue faces on me like I was Chrisean Rock
I used to work for free 'cause I ain't wanna be greedy
I ain't no white rapper but my sis told me for a verse
I could probably make a G easy
Used to hit downtown handing out free CDs
Some see me
But they never like a post or retweet me
That's how it be though
I'm so sick, I feel like Ne-Yo
I'm mucho frio
But I got that free smoke
I spark conversation
Got it on lock like I got the wrong combination
And I'm done with playing it safe
I notice they wanna be in the mix when you making that cake
Yeah
They'll even try to batter you up
Like they wasn't passing you up
Before they wasn't down to ride now they gassing you up
Yo
Artists with the all the cap, the reason that I call it wack
Is 'cause I can't dig it if I don't know if it's art or fact
Young Picasso with the art of rap
Wouldn't know what to play if they told me to play my hardest track
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Writer(s): Talbert Swan
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