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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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