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Backpack raps with gats in it, don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha-Ha-Ha
Preemo! Check
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
This a Dior doobie on the head of your cutie moon signs when you call her back
Do not disturb, we lookin' for the smoke not who got the herb
I'm Top Dawg, you a copycat
Imma give this beat a heart attack
Arrest your cardiac, I'mma need your pass back hall monitors
My movement is still intelligent
Ha-Ha-Ha
Preemo! Check
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
This a Dior doobie on the head of your cutie moon signs when you call her back
Do not disturb, we lookin' for the smoke not who got the herb
I'm Top Dawg, you a copycat
Imma give this beat a heart attack
Arrest your cardiac, I'mma need your pass back hall monitors
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
Blackin' out 'til I'm out of melanin meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine
I'm holding weight like a skeleton
I'm holding weight, you just a skeleton
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cudi up in the coupe, flipping chickens turning one up into two that's a mockingbird
They wanna lock 'em in the cell again
For the product that he's selling 'em
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Something potent for the chosen clientele
But that's a twisted figure of speech
Blackin' out 'til I'm out of melanin meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine
I'm holding weight like a skeleton
I'm holding weight, you just a skeleton
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cudi up in the coupe, flipping chickens turning one up into two that's a mockingbird
They wanna lock 'em in the cell again
For the product that he's selling 'em
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Something potent for the chosen clientele
But that's a twisted figure of speech
(Look)
All I know to do is aim high
Hold my hood up like a gang sign
Del Amo 'til the death of me
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
So you can't get rid of me
My lyrics will live in memory
Destination is destiny, every record's a felony, the Longterm legacy
'Cause there's definitely no stopping him
Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, George Washington
So fuck is you telling me?
I'm a celestial not a fucking celebrity
Meaning I am not like them
My pool of thought will probably drown Aquaman
Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen
Had the '87 Chevy Celebrity
That mean we were the same age
The synergy is heavenly
Rolling through my city in a rush, on university so much, I should at least have a AA
Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine
I've been ready since seventeen
Watchin' thrones although most kings get the guillotine
The prophecy is celestine
I'm wide awake, its still a dream
I gotta eat but still it seems
The pigs start yelling freeze
When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean
Party's over, hold the silly string
I even tried suicide and I don't know why
That mean we were the same age
The synergy is heavenly
Rolling through my city in a rush, on university so much, I should at least have a AA
Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine
I've been ready since seventeen
Watchin' thrones although most kings get the guillotine
The prophecy is celestine
I'm wide awake, its still a dream
I gotta eat but still it seems
The pigs start yelling freeze
When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean
Party's over, hold the silly string
I even tried suicide and I don't know why
I know better than most that the soul don't die
Took a leap, shattered my leg, and lost some teeth
And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep
[Quagen?] in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch
Frozen broken heart throwin out on my sleeve
Then throw my last dollar on the floor
My guardian angel's name is Doe, I can never go broke
Yo, the artifact with all the facts
Dodgin' cap in my Dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Hollaback
Took a leap, shattered my leg, and lost some teeth
And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep
[Quagen?] in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch
Frozen broken heart throwin out on my sleeve
Then throw my last dollar on the floor
My guardian angel's name is Doe, I can never go broke
Yo, the artifact with all the facts
Dodgin' cap in my Dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
Hollaback
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