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One heart, one love, one mind I ain't the type of jam you play one time I been cold with my rhyme since Wyclef used to say "One Time" Get up, I ain't talkin' sit-ups when I tell you niggas that it's crunch time Middle finger up one time, that's my Fuck Donald Trump sign Melanated by the sunshine March along on the frontline If it's verses, bars or the punchlines I got more bodies than lunch lines You can miss me with them war rhymes This is like Rap Before Time You Little Foot niggas wanna walk in my shoes But the Vans ain't your size Lil nigga 'cause they're my size Hundred dollars to a bum on the corner Yeah, that's how I pay my tithes The church house can't get my dime Wanna gold dig, why try? You gon' barely get the WiFi High as fuck, still rollin' up, yeah that's what they call a high rise Audio Push you know we see My Turn 3, you know it's here I need the green guacamole dip I want weed, water, and Chipotle chips West side, yeah I'm on the trip Touch down, yelling "hold my dick" Letras de cancionesCouple stores and a restaurant Black ownership, yeah I'm on my shit 909-951 'till they pull the plug Too cool for clubs, cool for school It's true as much true enough You talk too much, don't do enough Ever since I moved to [love?], the Jeffersons been movin' up Paper preferences, I'm coolin' blunts You can't be hesitant if you move with us I just blew it up, it's my turn Price One two three, three two one Look She told me she is not the type of game you play And I'm the kinda chance you only take one time Try to tell her I can help you if you stay Gave the chance of her life, you couldn't make one fine Now step back while I do this, hear you and my music I know you probably feel stupid 'cause these other niggas is clueless This 2017 ruthless, need a 2017 roofless With a lady in it that spit out her gum And give me some like she toothless I'm a simple man out to get these bands, nigga Simple plan, give my life, give the game some light Never give a damn, My Turn 3 Hair long, I'm what they would like to be One man on this microphone and no one writes for me It's a sight to see, couldn't be a boxer and say fight for me So I never understood why fans let it slide, it's weak 7 days, making plays, eleven ways 7/11 and never strayed, hot dice, you ain't never paid Look, see the same people I prayed with, I stayed with Got paid with, which China outfit they should make quit 'Cause I couldn't stay up on the same shit Can't see the big picture if you're always in the middle of it This was just a little of it, flavor I mean Nothin' around you can save you, I mean My Turn 3 boy What is it you can't see boy This a grown man look at me boy You run up on us and get De-stroyed, straight My Turn 3, I'm gone From Letras Mania