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I'm a musical metaphor as soon as I walk through the door like Andre the giant i stand tall ever since I was a little boy I've been defiant yet always reliant like David to Goliath one stone two stone three stone four like Jermaine depree said back in the day welcome to Atlanta where the Playas play if you ain't about the grind then stay outa my way like an M1 locked cocked and ready to spray I'm the most Ballin MC of the year put the beats by Dre strait to ya ear im on that new shit most other rappers learn to fear aunt Jemima been around for hella years times up your up hand on the mic time to steer this ship for the new generation coming up on this gangsta shit with a pad and a pen uncle Tom and uncle Ben my lyrical mind is a master piece I'm gonna get mine like a holiday its time to feast like the beast from the east king me call me king James when I be rocking the court one dunk two dunks more all I do is win like DJ Khaled said I say it again Al Davis said it before just win baby win but I win more smooth as the other side of the pillow like white on rice blades on the rims tims on the trim I'll put a boot in your ass before I will sin ten commandments hold me while everyone tries to fold me the feds can't role me despite what they sold me chorus steady trying find my way in the studio like every day I know what I know its all been lies to me stab me defy me deciet me to your game life about corruption today things ain't the same I'm gonna get mine im about my game
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