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The take off


I' been rappin' for some time now god damn, all I want is get my crown and Role the world, sit on top, like a Dawg-on-the-Top Pop' preachin' this' evil, thing' I'm all these people Well, I' been spittin' form the heart all the shit I' been through But I don' give fuck, my girl gat back and She' a queen, me a king, gat a band now We gonn' rock the world top, down on a roll I spread my wings wide, I'm ready to fly Am on my run way like its a do or die I've been starvin' for long, now is crunch time This the take off, I fly to get what's mine Either fly with me or row out like a boat Think you' stoppin' me? My hands all around your troat And I won't hesitate to squeeze hard on till you choke And for your neck bone, I hit hard on till its broke When I get on top, FAM, we gonn' ball out Roll out in my ferrary, we gonn' chill out To my girl, yeah for sure we gonn' make home Cause ain't no better feeling when you sit on top a dome With out you, Yeah you know I can't get a long In other words, Girl I need you so to get it done To all these rappers, I'm coming straight for your heads Aint No mercy, I'm the wild cat more like a bear I introduce y'all to the era of the jungle way So pay attention when the jungle king be making waves Cause you'll be taken on a wear to your early graves 6 fits below below my feet that's the only way I'll be digging to the earth core Till I'm sure y'all are dead once and for all And to your fans, I'm a brainwashe 'em right on the spot With my name falling like rain alI over the street I'm the master in this game with a firm grip So I power-bounce smarter to layup my verses! And when my tracks hit ye, y'all know who the marse is! I'm kicking knowledge from the top off the dome, y'all better take notes! What d'y'all expect from a ghetto bird with 'em wings not grown? Oh! Y'all thinking I'll be flying low forever ? Hell no! Man, now I got 'em eagle wings, me, I'm high above kings I'm looking down on y'all niggas from my eagle'-eye view Thought you knew I fly with my day one crew I'm talking every real nigga tryin'a pay 'em dues Putting work on a daily, tryin'a earn some few... Keep your head up, never give up, you gon make it in time Good things hard to fine. Man, its all about time! I spread my wings wide, I'm ready to fly Am on my run way like it's do or die I've been starvin' for long, now is crunch time This the take off, I fly to get what's mine
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