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Nitin Randhawa
You are watching a master at work
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, woah
Rest in peace Mac Miller, It's been like ten years
Here we go (woah, woah)
Oh (You good, T-Minus?)
Oh (Nitin Randhawa)

Yeah, circ*mnavigate the globe as the cash grows (Grow)
Get a n***a whacked like you get the gra** mowed (Mowed)
I'm talkin' slick when I'm with the Big Slime, n***a (Slime)
Could hit your b*t*h, you could never hit mine, n***a (Mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, n***a (Huh, slide)
No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, n***a
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face
And say I ain't the hardest n***a you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like 11 birds
Just did the math, that's like two thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some n***as and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
Then told the n***a that they gotta wait for it
"I know—I know you in high demand"
I'm ballin' on a pu**y n***a like Juwanna Mann
I'm drownin' all inside the pu**y like I never swam
Ayy, f**k your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy I'm the man, ayy, ayy

Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I’ll run through
Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR’s, AK’s, n***a pick one
This young n***a on that sh*t you should get on
And I promise she get f**ked if yo b*t*h come
Know some Inglewood n***as showed a Crip love
He was like, "that n***a Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side n***as bang my sh*t tough, it's all of love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em but I’m still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some sh*t?
Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his d**k sucked

This is just another cry for help
I'm moving to Jerusalem, a**ume I crucify myself
The flow inside the fire melt the diamonds to Orion's Belt
Splash into a giant well, motherf**king cannon ball
Yeah I got the long sleeve Polo on
Groupies sucking d**k, I'm busting quick cause they don't know my song
And Choo love b*t*hes so we go along
F**k her in my guest room, the pu**y helps stress too
(Aight, hold on)
Your heart's broke and you need to get your pockets fixed
You done a lot of work, it shall remain anonymous
The flow is bottomless, it come around like karma quick
And boys turn to men at the end of the road, yeah
Ain't nothing more important than your family
I can do without the money and my sanity
I bust a nut, put the condom on the vanity
Only ones with ID Labs tatted, that's E. Dan and me
You better watch me b*t*h
My city never want for nothin' (never want for nothin', ayy)
My city love it when I'm hustlin' (love it when I'm hustlin', ayy)
I flip the merchandise and rotate (I flip the merchandise)
I've been a mogul and I'm heavy (I am an enterprise)
Every time I rep it's with the extras (with the extras)
I be on one, I be zonin', I be flexin' (I be flexin')
This sh*t gotta be the oil talk (oil talk)
This sh*t gotta be all your fault (all your fault)
Big body movin' with my name on it (name on it)
Big body, tell me she gon' sing on it (sing on it)
Me, my n***a Hootie, we gon' make a movie (we gon' make a movie)
I got moves to make, officer don't shoot me (officer don't shoot)
California-raised, California-paid, yeah (yeah)
California K's, watch out for the strays, yeah (yeah)
10 toes down, keep it underground, yeah (yeah)
Hoe we ran it then, now we run it now, yeah

Yeah
Another day another dollar from that 9 to 5
Yeah, you living but ask yourself, are you really alive?
I worked outside, I worked with food, I worked behind the desk
I’ve even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress
I’ve paid my dues, see this life I didn’t choose
My face on the ten o'clock news, sh*t I refuse
I was born in a lower cla**, where gangsters with dough ama**
And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked (Yeah!)
Momma b*t*hing while my sister baby daddy cooking crack in the kitchen
Getting rich in the street from slanging prescription
He showed me how to cook it, he showed me how to cut it
But deep down I always knew that life just wouldn’t cut it
So I started writing, it was a dark time
Only fifteen, but the sh*t I seen would blow your mind
School was getting harder due to my life at home
Principal always calling ‘cause I had barely shown
No father figure, my mother tried her best to be both
But let’s be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set examples through they lyrics
Listen close so I could hear it, about life and how not to fear it
How to grab the wheel and steer it, and so I
And so I did just that
Word of advice follow your dreams and never look back

You know, everybody's been tellin' me
What they think about me for the last few months
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
You are watching a master

Just remember, I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detractors, I might have to f**k Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, from least to most
And then tell the Grammys to go and f**k themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show
Every parasite needs a host (haha)
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word to
Everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah)
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' an Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'
Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly'
And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (woo!)
And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture!
I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, p*ss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall

I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I)
I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
And they know, I might (And fly, I...)
Get down, might (Don't play)
See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day)
Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say)
You are watching a master

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