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[Intro] If I could do one thing in this world It would be to at least inspire one person Because it's not about how bad you want something How bad you want something is meaningless, it's pointless If how bad you're willing to work for the thing you want Isn't ten times as intense as how bad you want it I can't sell you desire, I can't bottle up passion and give it to you in the form of some magic potion The only thing that can quench hunger is more hunger And every trial, every tribulation, everything you go through Is necessary in life... Because it's the lessons that you get from those things that most people can't endure, and will not endure Embrace it - I urge you all to embrace it Because it's the only thing that will allow you To become king… [Verse 1] I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie Don't believe them hater guys, I'm steppin like a… Bait her, Baby Boy, I got it covered like a Raider eye Call my peace, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot I'm sick of discussing me 'Cause I think of this shit and spit it quick as it come And I'm bringin' niggas to Heaven, I'm makin' wishes, I'm buggin' Letras de cancionesI tell them niggas get ready, they 'bout to witness the ugliest shit Dirt on my name made a flower grow, bitch I'm co-signing the god, what's gon' stop him? Gon' pray for my haters today - fuck it I just go dumb like they say in the Bay Bumpin' E40, me and three shorties in the 7-50 I'm 7-30, that's 20 left, but no twenties on it Get your head right or get some money on it Say I, play secretary, get the paper Lil' nigga ballin' like A.I. May I, break a hoe down, don't pay her? Player, from the motherfuckin' Himalayas, okay, ya? Kill every rapper I see is a rapper I catch 'em, I'm wrapping my hands 'round they neck and chokin' I'm rappin', it's classic They rappin' like candy that's wrapped in plastic I'm rapping jurassic bars, classic cars Bad-ass bitches an nasty broads Ratchet hoes to keep the ratchet low You know how I handle it, 'bout to hand me gold, nigga [Outro] My haters love, I built them niggas I fought with lions, and killed them niggas You ask for joy, I ask for pain You love the sun, I beg for rain Can't take my passion, deter me from my dreams They left me nothin', I still done my thing Pussy niggas, one more thing: This what it takes, when you become a king From Letras Mania