Lyrics

I'm the first of a living breed "Get the Bag" academy About half of them love me the other half is mad at me You seeing Po shine no co-sign no fuck shit Fuck ya producer fuck ya label and ya publicist This is direct service from my crib to ya house Point out any city on the map I'm a show out Public Enemy Chuck D and Flav shit Terminator X flip the game around and change shit Night Walker Blade shit Wesley Snipes at his height Phone ringing bank account singing like Glady Knight Yo I average like about 35 While you corn balls be bragging with a nervous vibe I'm the Robespierre of the Nobel peace End the show with a "I ain't going nowhere" speech Heavy chip on my shoulder big boulder atlas Popping off 3 in a row dolo hat trick
Writer(s): Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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