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he bright 'Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it 'Oochie Wally Wally' or is
legend It's kinda hard to view paradise But if you just try close your eyes, you can view it But reality hits you soon as you open your eyes You find
, makin' it big Over football [unverified] what take it, he did And after all my mama's thankin' God For blessing her child All my mama gotz to do now is
single And living single All my diamonds seem clear Louie trunks in my living room b-tches stare Who is this young? how'd he manage to make it here The future is
no cops A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs We coming from the Southside, southside Southside, southside Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open
smellin' is trees Me and my bredderns inhalin' watermelon and cheese I clear my head like Magellan while he's sailin' the seven seas 'Til Armageddon just waitin' 'til I'm a legend
He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open
's grumpies That Bubba talk gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth but ain't no joke inside This is complicated, at least to y'all it is Just let
sizzlin' It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck wit me 'Cuz I'ma be that nigga for life, this is not an image This is God-given, this is hard livin' Mixed
it comes like a thief in the night Some say you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered On his arms
a few Black is not, it never left I don't need no beads placed around my chest To be considered a black man A picture of malcolm is not on my wall He'
is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin
microphone is vacant, I'm tired of waiting Big shoes to fill don't get it confused I will get gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy My bars is like butter
There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On crenshaw and exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me
great bandini's opening act a spoon bender He'll do his thing kid shook his coat and he dropped a fork Ta da! It's a concrete forest of course it is