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ra duke - aretha franklin lyrics

verse 1: ra duke
i do believe i am the best to ever spit game/ i do admit the way i dress and act’s a bit lame/ but either way i get your girl to yell out my name/ in my bed or at my show going insane/ i do believe i got swag/ yuh, got your girl on my gonads/ yuh, but you ain’t gotta get mad/ you shouldn’t be jealous cuz i got it like that no/ album on the shelf/ bringing in wealth, i should be proud of myself/ all this cash must be bad for my health/ cuz i’m making more dough than a keebler elf/ like a young pacino / doper than any other young rappers that we know/ f-ck caviar, eating pizza at nino’s/ with my gambino t-shirt sipping a frappuchino

verse 2: ra duke
why am i so underrated/ being treated like babe ruth before he was traded/ hated, and now the problems escalated/ because i’m trying to be the best ever, but their judgment’s jaded/ i’m acting quite like jayden/ young kid taking over the the game, i just weighed in/ all the haters stand in the ring just waiting/ but in this mortal kombat i’m god, f-ck raiden/ hi, i’d now like to make my statement/ since i hit the pavement, i made y’all look like lame men/ in lamens, y’all are just hating/ if you didn’t think i’d come out, y’all shoulda stayed in/ you already started fading/ soon to be thing of the past, call waiting/ i’m making a name for myself, talking with made men/ because they loving every thing that i’m creating/

i guess i came up wrong

verse 3: ra duke
looks can be deceiving betty white/ i know this rapper named marc, bet he white/ but then they hear me on a track, u said he white?/ how does he keep his flow virgin, very tight/ oh sh-t, you said u heard me on the freshman fight/ oh sh-t, u wanna make fun of my freshman height/ you’re at my show thinking u won’t be impressed tonight/ but then you leave thinking that you saw the best tonight/ the white kid out of place, but he winning the race/ no one believed he could do it now he rocking the place/ opened your mouth to talk sh-t, now there’s sh-t on your face/ here let me wipe it off for ya/ i’m on the come up, making rappers look like chopped liver/ going sheen, winner winner chicken dinner/ going aretha, hitting all the right notes/ if you gonna reference marz, then cite quote, b-tch

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