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Backpack raps with gats in it, don't get your cap peeled by the black menace Ha ha ha, Preemo, check I like to call myself the God of rap But really I just gotta rap, uh This a Dior doobie on the head of your cutie moon signs when you call her back Do not disturb, we looking for the smoke not who got the Herb I’m Top Dawg, you a copycat Imma give this beat a heart attack Arrest your cardiac, imma need your pass back, hall monitors My movement is still intelligent Your movement is still irrelevant Blacking out till I'm out of melanin, meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine I'm holding weight like a skеleton I’m holding weight, you just a skelеton I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in My cudi up in the coupe, flipping chickens, turning one up into two, that's a mockingbird They wanna lock 'em in the cell again For the product that he's selling 'em My movement is still intelligent Your movement is still irrelevant I like to call myself the God of rap But really I just gotta rap Something potent for the chosen clientele But that's a twisted figure of speech Letras de canciones Look, all I know to do is aim high Hold my hood up like a gang sign Del Amo till the death of me Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave So you can't get rid of me My lyrics will live in memory Destination is destiny, every record’s a felony, the Long Term legacy Cause there’s definitely no stopping him Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, George Washington So fuck is you telling me? I’m a celestial, not a fucking celebrity Meaning I am not like them My pool of thought will probably drown Aquaman Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen Had the '87 Chevy Celebrity That mean we were the same age The synergy is heavenly Rolling through my city in a rush, on university so much, I should at least have a AA, hey Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine I've been ready since seventeen Watching thrones although most kings get the guillotine The prophecy is celestine I’m wide awake, its still a dream I gotta eat but still it seems The pigs start yelling freeze When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean Party's over, hold the silly string I even tried suicide and I don't know why I know better than most that the Soul don't die Took a leap, shattered my leg, and lost some teeth And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep [Quagen?] in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch Frozen broken heart throwing out on my sleeve Then throw my last dollar on the floor My guardian angel's name is Doe, I can never go broke Yo, the artifact with all the facts Dodging cap in my Dodger cap I like to call myself the God of rap But really I just gotta rap Hollaback From Letras Mania