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Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane Fishing through my lyrics got you dishing like you know me Made it out on proba', had no choice but to relocate Now I'm back and fully loaded with my baggage overflowing I'm so blackened Action Jackson, went heroic to a stoic Tryna get promoted, I've been grinding for a minute Scraping pennies, paid my penance, you can kindly mind your business I just got committed, I just got admitted Ain't got no time for sitting, is we done or is we finished? Take a hit and say good riddance, I just keep them feelings hidden Keep out of my keep, we play for keeps out in my village Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase A mountain that walks like a man The biggest mug I ever saw Rain all in my heyday, all I do is lay waste Own the game no co-pay, name ain't got no low case I just got a pay raise, you can't say it don't phase Working through the whole day, I don't clock out for no lunch break I go knockout when I showcase, I was locked out got my key made Letras de cancionesThen I came and left with no trace, you can't see me I'm too opaque Playing with my pay again, you play with my emotions Make my payment now I play to win you can't get me demoted/ Game ain't got no layaway, you can't get no leeway Late tag on the freeway, keepsake for a cheapskate Keep that streak on replay, get them records shipped like eBay I'm a pro at what I create and my head will never deflate Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase Made it back whole from an all-time low Blow smoke for the plug, that's my igna Marlowe Don't nobody show love when the walls start close Kick in my door, taking pics of my dough If you can't roll, keep your fickle eyes closed Please remain seated we about to start show, show, show One here, made them do my bidding And with their help I carved out an underground empire A note of madness, and then— From Letras Mania