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speed limit 30 - sprite lyrics

born in ’03, i’m my momma’s kid (kid)
dreaming up being something in that rocking crib (crib)
rap dialect performing when
obama was turning tables like gandhi did
now listen i ain’t b+tchin’, i’m just makin’ money (money)
sneak dissin’ proposition, now that’s really something (something)
funny how your brothers don’t even bother
really are, yeah, they on a fiasco
i don’t wanna seem like an assh0l+
pin it on a back of a motherf+ckin’ cameo
they can’t see me like i’m wearing straight camo
loaded my clip ’cause i gotta lotta of ammo
d+mn bro, how you rappin’ like that? i don’t even like rap
got ’em thirsty like i’m sipping on a sprite can
i saw rap like “maybe i should try that”
maybе my family will like that
18 and growing, but i’m still going strong
i be swingin’ at rappers likе it’s ping pong
you can learn how i do it over this beat
i’m the teacher, you’re a student, so have a seat
momma said i would turn out to be great
she was right like always and that’s no debate
dad taught me how to be man and chase the bag
now i’m sitting at my desk with some fat cash
still got a long road ahead, i can’t wait
now i gotta go to work, i don’t wanna be late
life’s treating me right, i guess i got lucky
never had a silver spoon in my mouth, dummy
yeah, i had some hard times and that is okay
one can only learn from their own mistakes
like on 24 bars, my adolescence taught me well
i turned out to be who i wanted and everyone can tell

- speed limit 30 lyrics

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