ME
All I need is
These new rappers don't respect it, I demand pressure
One on the drums, one on the key, note this
I'm just tryin' to band yall’ all together
'cause mind you
They come, get a mil and they gone, it's like a drive thru
First I had to wait for my plate, well now it's time to
Spit a flow the spirit of Biggie gon' come alive to…
Real spittin' is back, look how the time changed
Now it's two kings
Every dude hating,
I guess I can deal with that
I came from the bottom, look at where I'm at
I wrote a song for every singer and I'm killing rap
Boy you gotta be lame if you ain't feeling that…
I reminisce when I was younger
Just getting started when it was all about the hunger
Sleeping in class, dreaming, how long I used to wonder
What you doing, youngin in the water doing under
You don't hear me though…
See……….
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis..
They say the conversation rule the nation, I can tell
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