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y-rap – !!! (h!!!power) lyrics

just catching this feeling off instrumental
still ain’t have the chance to show off my full potential
the kinetic poetic, flow embedded from heaven
n-ggas been hating since forever, them fellas pathetic
i’d like a bomb b-tch, use her s-x as a weapon
but i got this awful itch, love to wreck sessions
i been thru with what i been through
the future is my throughfare, keep it thoro man
if i wasn’t such a f-cking threat, would you throw a care?
doesn’t matter if i can’t see you if i know you’re there
prolly see a smile on my face before i show despair
i had to learn how to make diamonds out of lowly squares
in a room full of lions i was the only bear, so i learn to get it my own way, its only fair
im true live sh-t, ill kick a phony snare
do it like 96, let her jump up on the pony
all eyes on me, ya one and only big homie
that’s word to two of the greatest, you on my level then show me
like st. louis, they fake coolly, they can’t fool me
like stank groupies, you pay dues, but you can’t do me
you straight loopy, cardboard character
get big sean to do it or drake to take care of ya
cuz i’ll put you on the mountain, but be d-mned if im a carry ya
like a pandemic of west nile or malaria
like every time i disappear, just come back wit harder sh-t
undertaker, legend before i’m major, just honor it
two carters, a sean, and 3 jacksons couldn’t match this
cards stacked against ya, i don’t start games i end them
i laugh even when i sinbad, thats different
i crash at a chick pad, hit it, break everything in the kitchen but the dishes
honestly not yet, another check on the wishlist, in the middle of business, like wall street suits
put the industry in a strong grip, call me glue
you done got p-ssy with the wrong n-gga, call me shoes
and you the little b-tch, that’s about to catch a bruise
think you livin better rich, but we know its just a muse
think that you a veteran, to accept that i must refuse
had more swag wit raggedy -ss shoes, and i called your girl a sintch, cuz she was so easy to do
kind of like hip-hop, you look at it like high level trigonometry, just stop
in this economy ya stock just flopped, from the second i hit the market, couldn’t stop this clock
got it wrapped up and i’m too hard, can’t block this c-ck
f-ck the game, she my dirty little c-m sl-t
hit it every now and then, bad b-tch, dumb luck
no emotion, treat her -ss like a dump truck. f
eed her mickey ds, turn up the bump, make her listen to plugs one through three
what more do you want from me, i know many worse n-ggas that’ll front for free
my time ain’t worth pennies, more like tv, trillions in value, b-tches suck for #2s and a valum
and expect respect. i deject, detest. weak threats see less than middle seats on jets
you living jet life, i’m international sp-ce station, mission is to be fly, humble and stay patient
alot of people went the other way, the same ain’t ever make it
this hip-hop, for granted how i never take it
i may not make alot of music for them girls to shake it
but guarantee they strong arm they way up into my sp-ceship
uh huh, i’m the best and that ain’t changed since
5th grade, 15 trips to the stage sh-t
only difference is i invaded they lane, and became everythang that they would slave to attain
know with my flow i’m prolly breaking they brain, i lay it insane
ya playing just delaying the pain, too late in the game, ya flowers will decay in the reign
i got that boubanic chronic locked from compton to boston
you moving at a pace something like nascar in caution
we past stars, pads, and car copping, but if you got the sh-t brother then stay flaunting
the last bar, what else imma say, but stay bossin!
the last bar, what else imma say, but stay bossin!

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