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A Class Act
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Cc ... Never been a clout chaser Even back when I was without paper Labour from the time when i wake up till the daytime Till the sky turn grey I make my Way till the pinnacle, been a few benefits Made me dinner too Who could have thought the junk I sung would bang Bump the romp and make me bank Storms me sometimes Got to be on guard as you rap towards ring sometimes Vanfleets sometimes When I hate wake me up, I can't sleep sometimes But then i remember these rappers can't eat sometimes Because of how elite I rhyme I guess its cos when you're the goat you forget about sheep sometimes I forgive you and give you a pass I wish you do less, but do what you do best I've taken the bullets so you can keep playing Russian roulette Space in my heart that I had for you Now i have a sign over it and that sign says to let Next time you f**k with me, know that punishment is love And i promise to love you till death Nothing in this game is surprising It's just new editions They try to evict the victorious Till you show them that you vicious I'm not superstitious but i don't need none of you n***as around me no more And this expedition is brought to you by A-Q's road to perdition What's the plan for a visioneer I just wanna be a billionaire I just wanna be a billionaire And its so close i feel it in the air My competition still lives in fear My faith is not religion its corporate vision My proposition is still in gear Keep your plaques and your souvenirs Lose yourself and you'd see me there I'm a risk taker, not a hit maker Don't imitator, but i'm good with data Scripting java for cd sales Hard copies i still retail Merchandise i would soon reveal Record labels wanna see me fail 'cos i go against their blueprint Signing rappers with new ink Imma stay on track if it all derails Never call me no celebrity, I'm a hustler with integrity What I'm selling is not a remedy Its a way out of uncertainty Doors closed up I found the windows Traffic hold up i found a free road I could start from zero and make it back Ten years from now, boy play this back No lies, told how I rose It is God's engineering not my own Navigated the game with one eye closed From the slums I rose, I compose And if we going out then we got to go out spraying I was on my knees and praying, amen You can smell me, you can tell my fragrance All about the green like grazing, craving And I bleed bars seen war, been scarred Now I wanna see God But I see frauds, false prophets and doctrines Indoctrinated to your offsprings White shirt with cuff links Wrestling in church rings, rape cases on a daily basis Child abuse and i hate to say this It happens in paces that you say your graces They'll be casualties when I leave Parkinson's Muhammed ali Life as a way of getting back at you I'll be waiting tho But until then, the bakery is closed
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