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fashawn - professor f lyrics

[intro: fashawn]
uh, the maturation of shawn, ah…

[verse 1: fashawn]
speed the sh-t to get you open wide
roll a couple more kush, blow your high
who’s that n-gga? don’t be surprised
it be that young f from the far left side
and we ball like kenny latimore
if time is money, then there’s nothing that i can’t afford
reminiscing when i had a wh0r-
put through more bullsh-t than a matador
so it was either money or monogamy
running with a monopoly, death over dishonesty
and yes, i confess i smoke a lot of weed
heck, i’m vexed, when will the drama cease?
huh, maybe in my absence
all i seem to hear is “i’m crazier than your average”
i don’t vacate, i hibernate
awake, just to defecate on your siphon sp-ce

[verse 2: fashawn]
yo, far from a 5 percenter
tote 5s to survive the winter
a nightmare to you rhyme beginners
you light years behind, admit it
n-gga speed up, cause we over the limit
the weed crushed, and so is the linen
a k.o. and i’m finished, grab a hold of the ‘chemist
i’m controlling the rhyme, he’s controlling the rhythm
i just focus my energy and channel it
hit them like fingertips on a mandolin
my m-n-scripts is scripture for n-ggas who’s scrambling
running red lights like ambulances
-n-lysis of a g, who found his way out the street
what you make in a month, he’s counting in a week
never saw defeat like i was born obese
usually, victory doesn’t sound this sweet, uh

[verse 3: fashawn]
they might never understand the flow
however, i don’t plan on peddling grams and o’s forever
no, expand while they expire
fourth quarter, still in the game while the rest tired (hey what’s wrong with y’all?)
tell me where your stamina at, pa?
ball so hard, slap my hand on the background
and this is how real rap feel
watch these new-era cats get their caps peeled
i’m a maybach, you’re a seat cl-ss
you’re catching heat rash, trying to be fash
making ministers mad, commit a sin and i laugh
i’m on a sinister path, uh
really? it’s as simple as math
addition, subtraction; dealing with an -ss-ssin, n-gga
ashes to ashes, your -ss is finished
you’d never clash with a master, a m-ssive riddance
matter of fact, all you b-st-rds should ask permission
‘fore i react, in that cl-ssic shields ave tradition
staff gets toe-tagged once we p-ss the entrance
i’m bad like mike’s dad, joe jackson n-ggas
disrespect ‘pac, get that -ss a whipping
smack-dab in the middle of the lab inventing
forget swag, i ain’t got half the ism
i’m all natural, and that’s the difference
motherf-cker, it’s f

[outro: fashawn]
uh, rest in peace, heavy d
young n-ggas smoking dope
this j is for you
heyo o, i told these n-ggas man
relax your body, let your conscience be free
rocking with the sounds of the a.l.c

[interlude: sample]
“for a prayer, we must make:
father, god, i am just learning how to pray
bare with me
first i thank you for the life of our pivotal savior…”

- fashawn lyrics

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