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Verse:
Nighttime, the moment emerging with right mind
If life is like a movie, then a movie's like mine
In my lifetime witnessed the nonsense of being broke
Too be honest i'm still kinda surviving off of flow
Plus my momma pitch a helping a lot
So when I get this money i'ma tell her pick whatever off the lot
Then tell her pick her favorite spot so she can live up in the crib
She imagined through her thoughts, what it is
My nigga this is real, not only do I spit MIchigan music
My family roots Mississippi my grandfather kept it pimping
But that was him and i'm city, my momma knew the south so i'm just saying it is in me
But then again i'm spitting plenty for that state titled M.I,, N.Y. type of lyricism in my hip hopper state of mind
What is typical i'm ripping way beyond
So get your credentials straight and stop checking into mine, fa real
Hook: I be that, hip hopper on my steez/ Known worldwide but they don't know bout me/ I'm hip hop, and I aint never gotta fake shit, i'm on my grind tryna make shit happen/ (x2)
Verse:
My flow is vicious, I don't have to spit fictitious, if you dictionary real Rob Doe is the definition
Stay honest with the kind of vibe of knocking that I am rocking with, I X men out, Apocalypse
You can check my status and find reason to say I seem gay
While i'm up in your check mind just like i'm Jean Grey
Or Xavier, now she in my class trying to learn something
Michigan mash on that ass let her earn something
Then after i'm done the faculty come, a gang bang fa real, they all packing some guns
I guess she loose, just know that I had her first
No time did I have to love her cause damn it I gotta work
Got my music, working hard to make my work sound exclusive
Comparing to me, boy are you stupid?
You must be, to think you could approach and crush me
You'd be lucky to touch me, boy, I stay working
[Hook]
There is no confusion, have no need to elude your refusal
Of love of my music based on your delusions
Yeah, I know I arrogantly finish every track that I speak on
It's a wrap cause my raps got your girl on the net tryna track like a bea-con
And if she find where I might be it's likely
I'm laying down the pipe like I have a contract for them panties that she leak on
Peon, pissed cause you pee'd on, it wouldn't be on
This tip if your ass didn't sleep on my hotness nigga
Stay about this living, can't stop how i'm feeling, til your hands to the ceiling raised up
Hold not a cent of my sense back, I gladly pay up
Cause i'm all about the future while you lagging straight up
Move forward, regular day hoarders, never can make a dollar stuck with quarters
But me, I stay working
[Hook]
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