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He rapping for the b*t*hes
He rapping for the fame
I'm rapping for the riches
And plusses in my veins

I'm rapping for the skrilla
And plus for the fact that I just love this sh*t
I don't give a damn 'bout the fame or how many dames wanna suck this d**k (yeah)
I'm going for profit and ain't gonna stop it till pockets is filled with fifties
You want the designer clothes, I stick to my white T-shirt and d**kies
Never been no faker
Never been no punk or sucker neither
I can lyrically kill you with one verse or mothaf**ka heater
I don't understand why
Mothaf**kas just stand by
Bopping they head to a song when they know that the lyricist just a damn lie
For one, I don't rap about sh*t unless I feel it
For two, anybody wanna try tell me what to rap about they can kill it
For three, I don't rap about cars or clothes every once in a while I rap about hoes I suppose you could say that I be on that sick sh*t
Rap about life staying on my toes (yeah)
And another mothaf**ka might try to say you gotta be commercial to succeed
But I gotta keep it real gotta come from the heart
Gotta rap about what I live and breath
And never will I be that mothaf**ka selling out for MTV
I'mma keep it gutter while they gill-head me
Rapping on the front porch or an MP3
Them CD's mothaf**kers dropping nowadays talking 'bout the same sh*t
Everybody wanna rap about the bling bling
I don't wanna hear about yo chain b*t*h
Regardless of the brain for the dames and the fame I'mma keep on doing my thang
And that will never change, cause this game is in my veins

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