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Y'all ready for the rest of the show? Everybody say yeah I say you ready for the rest of the show? Everybody say yeah Are you ready? Stand up on your feet Stand up motherfuckers, stand up To the (?) We need no introduction Big meals at Frankie & Johnny's, I tip generous Ain't no ceilings for DZA, my shit limitless Out of body experience Wait, jump back in my temple, I got a vision, is this killer shit? Whole lotta commas is what you dealing with, the main event Don't even mention them other cats to me, they came and went Lost case, competition locked in a cross face Grip tight, piss like Tony when he lost on a horse race Travel abroad safe, the Lord's great Righteous, been blessed since diapers For the look goods and the likers The boy dead serious, nigga, watch how they ice us The nicest, underrated, overrated, fuck the ratings Who debating? Screw y'all opinions, see what the people saying God gotta watch for Satan, I operate in silence Keep the peace, but niggas only respect violence Hammer play, Greg Valentine and I'm shining, I earned this O's burning, most sermons continue steaming I planned this back since Rodney [?] on a major deacon Letras de cancionesYou gotta kill 'em and leave 'em breathing sometimes Give 'em a tour through stress valley, make sure [?] get grime Gold glasses filled, my wine spill How can niggas stand there and downplay all that shit that I built? Fuck it, everything is signed, sealed, I'm just reflected I leave the credit for the bill collectors, DZA There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this I'm in the pole, 29,000 feet from concrete Chief chief like my big uncle from Long Beach Bumping Commodores Running through the pack like Marshall Faulk Like a boss, I cop 10 like MashAllah George Kush 'bout to twist the marshall law You don't even run your own life, what you talking for? God damn, lil homie up north capture you, hot hand Here come the police, I'm seeing red lights, Roxanne Big drum thumping like a rock band, woah Watch a nigga paint the picture, young Vince Van Gogh Highlight reel, highlight show 5 Mic flow, gotta see further than your eyesight go I call the iso, young big homie, you got it right though Last of the poets, gotta fight the good fight, bro Kush god, I like dope, eat [?] Lobster and rock Billy, obscure [?] Y'all know Switch to some custom shit and change the pace Presidential crowns with the shiny face There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this There ain't no limit to this life I'm living Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women I wake up like I just got to get it I'm limitless, never find something real as this Rock Rock Uh, yeah, come on, hahaha, that's right From Letras Mania