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Uh, yes, I want fame, I guess I'ma talk shit, I won't save my breath (oh, Goly) I could pick that girl like I got forceps I don't need much, but a few more checks And yes, a bad girl too, I guess Five times two plus one, digress I won't say no more, only count checks It ain't my time, at least not yet Bet you wanna cut when you see that jet (jet, jet) I won't waste no time, I don't need more texts (yah) Get off of my line, I ain't reppin' your set (woo) You crampin' my vibe and you addin' up debt (ah) Sure, I be rappin', I still pay rent though (yeah) Quit with the bitchin', belong in the Petco (yeah) If I'm a Hyde, then the shorty a Jekyll (Jek') Paint up your crib, and it's more than a speckle (speckle) Damn (bup, bup) I guess, here we go again (go again) Had to say it loud and clear because they just don't understand (don't understand) There's some looters, got no fear, and they gon' rush up out that van (wut? Wut? Wut?) If you clueless how you speak, then you might never talk again! Uh (oh, shit), came with a vengeance, they aim for my head (blah) And I run with my dogs like my name, I Am Legend (woo) Pushed to the ledge, nothin' left, but I get it (get it) I ain't really scared of my death like Kenny, no (no) So, let's just go and get it goin' (yeah, fuck) You can push me 'til I break, but I ain't never gonna fold (blap) So, you growin' up and don't (ah) know where to go? (Go) The only advice I got is don't listen what you told (t-t-t-told) Oh, no 'Cause they just wanna pull you from your goals (goals) It's martians versus goblins, and I'm comin' for your gold (oh!) Uh, yes, I want fame, I guess I'ma talk shit, I won't save my breath I could pick that girl, like I got forceps I don't need much, but a few more checks And yes, a bad girl too, I guess Five times two plus one, digress I won't say no more, only count checks It ain't my time, at least not yet Look, bitch, I won't stop I either die or count a million (go) They think I'm Indian (go), bitch (go) My flow Sikh, just like the religion (go, go) Uh, until the end, I bring consequences to competition (yuh) And all them haters gettin' kicked just like them soccer legions (look, kid) You think I'm wild? I might be crazy like a maniac I'll shoot you in yo' ribs And watch your mom ask for her baby back (bup, bup, bup, bup, bao) Just save the chat In fact, I know you niggas are not used to this The truth is, you niggas in bread like the Eucharist Like, hold up Next style, he talkin' foul So, I had to bring them TEC's out Oh, that's yo' bitch on the market? I guess I'll check out Now all these bitches on niggas Feelin' like, get out I'm screamin', "Get out" Uh, yes, I want fame, I guess I'ma talk shit, I won't save my breath (oh, Goly) I could pick that girl, like I got forceps I don't need much, but a few more checks And yes, a bad girl too, I guess Five times two plus one, digress I won't say no more, only count checks It ain't my time, at least not yet
Writer(s): Nick Polito Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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