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Hoppa Yeah Pick up the Uh Ay yo Pick up the brush like Picasso 93 Nas flow 200 on the 101 watch as the nos go Straight from the underground that lost flow Now we at Louis Vuitton back as a kid it was Costco I stay Reddit like Roscoe's Rap messiah me and my apostles Direct to consumer like pentecostals Man the public so hostile I'm 33 but by rap years I'm a fuckin fossil I'm still kickin still pushin still grindin, still goin Already knowin that I don't know shit Lyrics straight to your dome like when the coke hit When I walk in the room they know my intentions 'fore I spoke it Took the record and broke it Feelin limitless feelin focused Yeah I'm so focused This is all me nobody co-wrote this And I hope this reach you when you need it Now that your wits end feelin depleted Keep bein you Fake motherfuckers we seein through Yeah this some rap shit Come now feel the flow with this beat I've had my ups and downs but nah it's never been this steep Shallow moments in my career but it's never been this deep Praise God that I'm alive moment I wake til I sleep Keep keep bein' you uh Keep, keep, keep Keep bein' you yeah Keep keep keep bein' you uh Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah Keep keep bein' you uh Keep keep keep Keep bein' you yeah Keep keep keep bein' you uh Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah I heard your album, I could top that in a weekend (awww) If you couldn't pretend it's pretense then you'll be on defense I swam up out the deep end And made it to the surface where the air full of cheap trends uugh Me, all my pain is an art piece (yeah) Their claim to fame is a strong reach I pulled up in a leather and some calm sneaks Turned this shit hotter than Long Johns in Palm Beach They behind me on the ride now they want cry man Get the car seats, bitch I'm a artiste (artiste) Y'all just famous for gamin the system Knowin whose ass to kiss and y'all blow em so much It's like you gon put the game in the system Way to be different fuck outta here (fuck outta here) I went around the fear and then I circled back and bitch slapped it in my latter years (bitch) And shit I'm really only on the first chapter here, have a beer If it was up to me, I'd say unto thee The company you keep and you work for could never ever fuck wit me So just be who you want to be or fake tough for free It's up to you Keep keep bein' you uh Keep, keep, keep Keep bein' you yeah Keep keep keep bein' you uh Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah Keep keep bein' you uh Keep keep keep Keep bein' you yeah Keep keep keep bein' you uh Fake motherfuckers we seein' through yeah
Writer(s): Lee Gresh, Marlon Cirker, Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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