Correction Lyrics Stuck In My Dumpin Ways by Tha God Fahim

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And I don't wanna talk about it
And I don't wanna talk about it, 'less it's 'bout that pay
I got my ways, man, stuck up in my ways, man
Lookin' for a way to make it out just like a cave, man
I bet the world know what I'm about, I'm not a slave, man
Only thing I think about: progression, need a raise, man
'Til I start to see the vision clear through the Ray-Bans
This chronicle, I'ma show you what I'ma do
Billion-dollar man say the plan is unstoppable
You lopsided, and they be blind what I provided
If you don't know what you speakin' on, be quiet
It's best to keep your mouth shut, don't worry 'bout us, uh
I'm goin' places, and I made it out dust
Who you trust? They ain't really one of us
What we lust? I'm 'bout my bread like the earth's crust
I been gettin' it for a minute
Pitchin' the business 'til I knock it out the park
Can't even finish my sentence, no, I gotta make my mark
I knew it from the beginning, 'cause I got a lot of heart
If anything, I'm 'bout winning
This just me floatin' over lovely sonics, once again
I did some things that I regret, let me not pretend
It's the six-ring champion, comin' back again
Rappin' like in N.W.A, I got somethin' to say
I got a product, I don't want no delay
I got a feeling they don't want me to play
But we gon' ball 'til the end of the game, they remember my name
It's like a jungle, so I try to maintain
Just gettin' started, but I'm startin' to go harder
I got my apron and I'm ready for the slaughter
I'll shape you up, just how I used to be a barber
Trials and tribulations, yeah, be ready for the karma
I be greatness personified, Fah is bonafide
I just know I'm finna ride
Peanut butter the guts, outside be jelly
Rims be Forgiato and the tires by Pirelli
I got a style that be sharper than machetes
Ask around about me, they'll tell you that I'm deadly
Keep your hands up when you boxin'
Keep it stand-up, get my bands up, how I'm rockin', uh
They lie a lot, spread a lot of toxins
But I ain't worried 'bout nothin', 'cause I'm locked in
I'm locked in
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', 'cause I'm locked in
Lie a lot, spread a lot of toxins
But I ain't worried 'bout nothin', 'cause I'm locked in
Sucka, man
Six-ring champ, man
Dump Champion, you already know

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