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Oh sh*t it's Rockell she's a f**king thot Hey f**k you guys f**k you guys Suck my d**k Stright on the basement mic Goddamn, goddamn conversations with people Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin' it back, we keepin' it pushin' People scared of change, but you'll find me deep in a cushion Even when I win I can feel my self losing Listening to beats in the beemer cruising I can feel another hit What's the conclusion Or rather my Readin' Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe I know how to turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees With the topic, I drop it f**k around and leave 'em all concussed When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is f**ked Industry rule number 4,081, your new sh*t ain't good as your old sh*t 'Til your new sh*t is your old sh*t, son, in this sun, let me get some I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom Not for lookin' dope as I rhyme As a representation to give your family your time Searchin' for love in the industry you'll be let down They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound No matter how mainstream you was In the end you still underground That's the truth feeling close to the cliff
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