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Uh, when it comes to wordplay I'm bringin’ it Everything I do is spine tinglin' Guarantee to keep your mind lingerin' When it comes down to me and the world, I’m fingerin' Me against the world, leave the ocean full of pearls Oyster, guarantee to get the pussy moister If the earth don't wanna be saved I disappoint her As I constantly try to evolve just like a Togepi Keep my pockets thick as The Parkers, Professor Oglevee No ones sick as me, have the common cold catch a cold from me Isn't it ironic the younger me is the older me? Fans demand that I rap about shit I did at seventeen Might as well I cut my hair off and take some LSD Disrespect Zel' and I might have to raise hell The only way you live is if you saved by the bell 'Cause I'm teaching niggas lessons while they find a way to fail That's the reason why I think you niggas trippin’ like you fell Well, I flip a coin and make a wish I wish these pussy niggas found a way to hop up off my dick I flick my wrist and make her disappear, now that’s a fuckin' trick I trick a nigga off the liquor to give me the money ’fore I fuckin' flip him The diamonds on my neck wet flippa' She wet but her last man wasn't a good swimmer Sim Simma, who got the keys to my Beemer? And then I check my pockets like oh it’s me nigga (Skrrt) Letras de canciones Remember to remember Matter fact, remember the fifth of November Too many scars upon my face, no Simba Rappers thinkin' they the most dark but I'm dimmer Mos Def and grimmer Dare to witness the superficial, mean and vicious I'm mad as an infant without a parent having interest Suspicious intent, ridin' around in five percent tint Will push your cap back and send your soul to new dimensions The ammunition only ignited my ignition My ambition is only make right decisions on my mission My division is separate from my business and my bitches Every sentence and line is a reflection of time My times table never was good at the time I was nine At seventeen I was forced in a 9 to the 5 So 9 times out of 10 I'm despising the eyes of the greedy ones All around me like some fucking flies Get away, bye-bye, NSYNC, lie-lie Instinct, y'all niggas so far from telling me how to live my life Just suck my dick and bump my shit And stream my shit so I can go and count my grip Reverse the slavery every time I pull out my whip Then pull up on a racist race like I am the shit I limp towards the cake 'cause I am the pimp Ain't nobody fuckin' my contracts up like Prince, uh From Letras Mania