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pat dolla$ – grown simba lyrics

ya the type to drown in the fountain of youth, no longer spitting i puke
compet-tion in my way and i hit the mute b-tton
if i ain’t next, ya bout to hear my reb-ttal statement
i told my mother either way i’m gunna make it
whether it’s rapping or to get a degree
cause when it comes to rhyming, i know i ain’t the only fish up in the sea
but i ain’t swimming for a job in this economy
life’s a b-tch, but i hope she’s good at giving lobotomies
from the bottom of the pit, but i had p-ssion out that ditch
until i climbed up out that ditch, then middle finger to that ditch
i don’t wanna know my future, tell ms. cleo suck a d-ck
and i won’t believe it fully until i see osama’s pic
i don’t got a dollar and a dream, i got a nickel and a microphone
i never sleep as if freddy krueger is in my home
i gotta keep an eye open for these shallow -ss haters
tryna catch me while i’m smoking

chorus:
where you going dolla$? i’m undecided

what you doing dolla$? i’m just rhyming

(repeated again)

i told em i’m done playing, start thinking again
make em cry for my respect like they ain’t blinking in this b-tch
unless they -ss-ssinate me for my 16’s like abe lincoln in this b-tch
i’m bout to sell bathrooms, so i could market my sh-t
only person i trust is myself, like i burned every bridge
except the one connecting brooklyn to manhattan
cause i remember where i’m from every time that i’m rapping
this is my final cut at being pro, but funny i ain’t acting
rappers bragging bout balling, they playing nba live on rookie
i’m in playing hall of fame mode on 2k
beating the 96 bulls with the rookie team
i’m the truth, as if my whole career i wore the green
so what is left, just a skinny kid from the burgs
cooking up crack on a track enemy’s bout to get served
don’t care to watch the bull sh-t on the tv screen
but you idiot people gunna believe everything

chorus

- pat dolla lyrics

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