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lil s4my 1xx - process lyrics

[sample: steve harvey]
everything you’re going through is preparing you for what you ask god for
you just gotta quit trippin’ while you’re in the process, because the process is necessary
you may not see it now, but when he get you on the other side of it, you gon’ see exactly why it went that way

[verse]
man, i’m stuck up in the process
people wanna call my music trash but never really wanna dissect
coming up soon, screaming in the front of food chain sayin’ “digest”
the thing is i’m just different, call that 2 chainz ’cause all i got to my name is a 2 dollar bill that’s in my check
checking balance, check the kings palace, it’s a mean status
i might be a b+tton eyed clone living in the pink palace
yo’ girl go good with the green satin on the sheets, got you in extreme sadness
music prolly satire from this album, might be wondering why i’m going off on this, its not just me, it’s also ’cause the beat snappin’
just three laps in, i’m relapsing, i fantasize about being the goat
wait, we only three tracks in, now i’m forcing these lyrics down yo’ throat
none of that street yappin’, thugs keep flappin’ but all they do is bloat
lyrics too cold, inside the wardrobe of narnia just to get you a coat
have you devote your time and wrote your rhymes to tell people you’re good?
you too remote, like island boys, just trying to make it out the wood
dewey wrote “education is life”, but still school ain’t where i stood
you knew i wrote all the time ‘bout guns and violence, so obliged so why should—
i keep going?
try to rhyme on the mic i keep blowin’
now i can’t even rap at my shows and+
beat yo ass, now they callin’ me chozen
and i’ll hoop on you, demar derozan
brotha for life, call that rosen
like ali, i’m catchin’ my blows in
uppercut, you ain’t catchin me dozin’
1, 2, 3, 4, nardo wick tryna call up my phone
why you tossin’ that sh+t like u zo?
ball on bro, now he act like a hoe
it’s a clean sweep, look at the score
12+0, you still want some more?
shootin’ all the lights out, lamelo
now we shootin’ at you on the low
location, you better drop it
blake griffin, b+tch, you gotta lob it
go to events and we mob it
shoot right at the heart now it’s throbbin’
throbbin’, check his heart beat
it’s removed when he fall off his feet
and i know that that boy really sweet, so he’s instantly prey when we plan to go meet
nah, i’m jokin’, i ain’t like that, but lyrically i’m better and you can’t deny that
i’m eager and hungry like chris andersen on a nba team and then getting a tat
getting attacked, but i always defend it
just got my last paycut and instantly spent it
i’m from the fl, and yes i represent it
too famous right now, someone call me for senate
pump up some gas, i lied i got no car
i’m just walking home and i might not get far
then diddy popped up and said come to my party, i woke up all drowsy with #1 on my arm
sike, i lied, that didn’t happen
i hope that it won’t, i can only imagine
houdini or paolo, i still play with magic
you can’t make something better than this and that’s tragic
only go up, no, we never go down
sit in the car, we go ridin’ ‘round town
if you a lil’ hater, i’ll turn to chris brown
this king of the hill, and yes, i got the crown
we almost halfway, let’s get this sh+t started
number 1 in the world, it’s gettin’ charted
i’m in the vault of rap, it’s gettin’ guarded
now i’m in the stu— [fart] —who the f+ck farted?

- lil s4my 1xx lyrics

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