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Always in the mood to get it poppin', Walk up in the room with 7 bottles
Drop top, ridin' in the phantom bumping Amadeus I'm just sayin', you can call it Phantom of the Opera (yeah)
You can probably say that I'm a monster, flying out of Detroit then landing up in Compton
Thought that I would be on, it's took a lot of time and I really think I'm hurtin' and I need to see a doctor (Dre)
Think I'm from another planet I don't fully understand it, came to Earth and then I think I was adopted
Zerk has really got this, you're not gonna top this, I'm fuckin' up you clowns like a circus in a mosh pit
Bitches want on my dick, you feenin' so you better get to liftin up your prom dress
But they pay no attention until I handle my business I'm seeing who I'm gonna need as the accomplice
I'mma get to the hustle until they pick up a shovel and gеt to diggin' the mud up the day that I'm gone
Sippin on blood and thеn I be gettin' a bunch of it then I'm dippin' my brush in it like I'm Bob Ross
Hit up the club and I need a whiskey or somethin' and I don't mix it with nothin' cause I don't want none
From winter to summer I been in Michigan stuck and I'm bout to hit em with something just like a home run
I don't ever see nobody real it's all just decoys, everyday I pick a new song to destroy
And your name ain't even getting as far as Detroit cause you're just another brick in the wall like Pink Floyd
I be stacking up all of these coins, I be trippin like I listen to all of these voices
Sipping liquor to be filling up all of these voids, think I'm ready so we get in the car and we going
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There's a lot of you rappers that really thinking that you hard, cause you only be rapping about that murderous shit
What you know about having to lock your window with the bars, when you're only 11 don't let the burglars in
What you know about having a Glock turned against your head, or when they go for the stab and they got you hurt up in your leg
What you know about having to ride dirty in Flint, what you know about saying goodbye to 36 friends
When you hoping of staying alive you just sit in, what you know about having to stop running with the kids
Cause they only be having the rocks stirring in the pan, overdosing or having the cops show up at the crib
What you know about hustling cause you broke and you struggling but you know you gon' have the entire world in your hands
What you know about having a crop turning into grams, already showed about half of the block burners you ain't playin'
Bitch, don't even rap it unless you lived it, so many rappers that be pretending
I be cracking up at all of the stories that they be telling because nobody accurate with the message
How come I be killing every show and they don't even got an audience and nobody packing up at the entrance
And why do I just stay at the bottom while they be saying a lot of shit that they don't even have to be making sense with
Look, I'm really thinking I got the recipe with the rhymin', when I be sittin' writin', coming up with these verses
And everybody faking it dressin' up in disguises, steppin up to the mic and becoming another person
I get it hot as a oven up in a furnace, I'm up until I see that the sun is up through the curtain
It's time to get it loud I been wondering if they heard it, I'm bout to turn the volume up and I never turn it
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