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I dont listen to ya rhymes (fuck ya rhymes), i play ya song for the beat to write over it, i’m in the cut lower than cobra piss (low)

Hands heavier than a george foreman fist (bear handz), my cousins wouldn’t let me play with they toys cause i always broke the shit (my bag), soon as they opened it

so the same force i saw from the sidelines of the game is the same force i approached it with (the same shit)

Spilling tequila on my fingers when i open fifths (damn), i build with dealers who pay for bricks with poker chips, Became grown ups quick, (quick)

put down the he men and thundercats, (picked up a sword) now i got the power sellin sight beyond sight making lungs collapse,

Win or lose (dont matter) we gotta run it back, tryin to hopscotch will get u stretched out like a jumpin jack, (pow)

Human feces on the sidewalk is regular (watch ya step), my journey home full of fiends with broken dreams and obama cellulars and paraphernalia, (watch for needles)

Burned stems, piss stains, the foul odors of failure (smell that?)and Niggas who wanna know what they can sell ya (what u need)



Hook:
ron
I moved white girl like im stroker ace (racing time) moved my first hundred pounds and earned a pokerface (i earned this), clowns got the jokerface (clown)

My only fear is a warrant, a traffic stop and an open case (my only fear), and dyin broke, an old disgrace (that too)

So i learned to sell a dream with just a pound of force (pow), u can always tell a king by his crown of thorns, and who want it gone (his enemies)

I’m trained to grab a bull by the horns (come here), they push buttons, while i pull arms, transform into megatron (blaw)





I dont watch Niggas perform (fuck yall), im front row freestylin over ya beat, in my niggas ear like u aint doper than me, (disrespectful)

This the ultimate potency (shit hittin), got em feenin, no jodeci, got 3 hoes openly stealin these polo coats for me (go get that)

I aint choose them, they chose me (they chose) couldnt spell friends on my wheel of fortune cause i chose G’s (chose g’s)

Feel the torture, waterboard u til them codes leak (give em up), i get numbers like a Tmobile phone breach, pumpin O’s cheap (cheap)

Im six two, but im nose deep, in six two’s like Long Beach (nose deep), Hands peelin cleaning fish residue with strong bleach (where the gloves)

Tapped in with the world’s streets,
anything i need’s in arms reach, (anything) catch me on a Cannes beach, discussin a farrakhan speech (with a russian chick)

Rolled a eighth out the roses that grew from concrete (im gon smoke) dished out dimes for the bucks, i think i’m sidney moncrief (uh)

Strapped in like helicopter seats, (we dont budge) tapped in intravenous narcotic deep, burning out ya veins providing long sleep



Hook:
ron
I moved white girl like im stroker ace (racing time) moved my first hundred pounds and earned a pokerface (i earned this), clowns got the jokerface (clown)

My only fear is a warrant, a traffic stop and an open case (my only fear), and dyin broke, an old disgrace (that too)

So i learned to sell a dream with just a pound of force (pow), u can always tell a king by his crown of thorns, and who want it gone (his enemies)

I’m trained to grab a bull by the horns (come here), they push buttons, while i pull arms, transform into megatron (blaw)

WRITERS

Dorian Norman, E Hawkins

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