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I’m off the clock, permanently calling shots like Dick Vitale Shake up the world for sure, no Richter Scale Blindfold the truth from youth, I lift the veil Please don’t fuck with me Living the dream, secretly I’m seeing the things you see on the screen Recently I fiend for weed, I need it to dream Niggas ain’t paid their dues - I need receipts Please don’t fuck with me I been through weathering storms, torrential rain My penmanship just pencils instant pain Came from 9-to-5's, afraid to fly Till I earn my wings and now they wave goodbye Took me thirty years just to get it started Long as the tombstone says artist Dreamville the ’96 Bulls Taking all y’all power breaking 48 Laws How ‘bout it? I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga How ‘bout it? I made it through hell while blocked from heaven my nigga How ‘bout it? I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga How ‘bout it? How ‘bout it? Hot rod, ride by, slow down the block Letras de cancionesShots fired, drive-by - Lord will it stop? Cowards on the news think that cowardice is gritty Bullets whizzing by me every time I’m in the city Kill me, rob me, take my gems and jewels And paint my schools with Jesus Christ as white Then lock my father up for life Institutionalize my rights, then hide my plight from sight That’s trickery, steal our swag, that’s mimicry I am original man, empirically Chi City heart, I’m just being honest Born poet, nigga fuck a song here’s a sonnet How ‘bout it? I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga How ‘bout it? I made it through hell while blocked from heaven my nigga How ‘bout it? I played my cards and changed the odds my nigga How ‘bout it? How ‘bout it? From Letras Mania