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Multimillion dollar salaries Piling up like spring, with allergies When that time come I breeze through my palace Bout to open wild studios and galleries New galaxies explored, look what I done started Ain't tripping off Billboard, we conquer the uncharted Parted Red Seas, performed the deadliest of medleys Residencies for my catalog of hits Ya'll doing spot dates for hot plates I ain't tryna spend a night on no couch Or hear some lame talk about a voucher That's absurd to me, word to P I smack earth, wind and fire outcha Been up on the art of war and (?) Had crazy bouts of depression, slow aggression Felt like giving up in every session I told you losers, you don't choose this profession The world's about to end (the world is about to end) The world's about to end (the world is about to end) Play the alleys like a stray, never pet Sick puppy, it ain't get put down by a vet Fuck did you expect? No connects Letras de cancionesThis book like the Torah show respect Chase a check never chase a bitch Mofucker spent years tryna get me in the mix I laid low, work better in that pressure cooker Hardly broke a sweat, there's more dough to go collect Came through with that loosey dipped like I smoke the wet Shit I used to, catch the A train to the left Smoke the dour and sess, set shit off like Boba Fett While these fancy clowns was wearing gowns to the Met I rolled (?) with nothing but hobos on the set It cut with each nook and cranny On Atlantic platform hollering at grannies He can't be from Brooklyn, can he? One time I almost got fooled by a tranny (psych!) But I ain't Lou Reed, Your Droog is a new breed Think y'all can see me, you goofies don't even proofread And every chick you ever hit was probably roofied I know it can't be that hard for you balds But even America's dad had that barbecue sauce The world's about to end (the world's about to end) The world's about to end (the world's about to end) From Letras Mania