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Exactly how I seen it in a dream, y'all Kaleidoscope or oat music Written in the tables underwater Napoleon Da Legend (D-D-DJ Amerigo, you know I bring it to you live) (Real hip hop) Yo, Mikhel Gorbachev wallets, Michelle Obama on the side bopping Dropping projects since the global warming started It's so cathartic, sowing seeds inside my garden Growing out of bondage, you can't knock it when it's so honest Just the illest building together Fair-weather friends get the Mayweather just for fair measure I'm a rare treasure in the midst of crisis, I just get nicer Going over heads like original M Byson Michael Eric Dyson and Allen Iverson Both in Georgetown converting the fourth down Now we tour bound straight line not up nor down Mature sounds for adult motherfuckers who love it We dug in a little deeper while they scratched the surface A lot people back to work but still a lack of purpose These rappers catching L's McPherson, I'm back murking Everything I tap like it's my last day earth, it's that urgent Do what you gotta do, god One or two jobs a side hustle what you do to survive They try to make it seem glamorous But behind the scenes, it's scandalous It's time to man up, shut up and handle it For real king Do what you gotta do, god One or two jobs a side hustle what you do to survive They try to make it seem glamorous But behind the scenes, it's scandalous It's time to man up, shut up and handle it Gorbachev paper, showtime Lakers Bulletproof wallets, as-salamu alaykum Knew the mathematics verbatim Back when I was a teenager with a pager and residue on my razor Gem star that is P89 across ya cabbage, identified as a savage Even in the madness, I prayed to a higher power I had to balance the scale or let my soul go sour The conflict of the lifestyle and the conscious Knowing that most of my niggaz have died over nonsense Hit the hardest like Camacho and Vargas Salute the generals who taught us We should march for the martyrs I'm a spark up the gold leaf Tell my people don't sleep Do the knowledge get up and stand or don't eat I go deep to the center of the earth With knowledge of self, I'm the master of my universe Do what you gotta do, god One or two jobs a side hustle what you do to survive They try to make it seem glamorous But behind the scenes, it's scandalous It's time to man up, shut up and handle it For real king Do what you gotta do, god One or two jobs a side hustle what you do to survive They try to make it seem glamorous But behind the scenes, it's scandalous It's time to man up, shut up and handle it Napoleon Da Legend Raised in the hustle and ready and form You can't knock it when it's so honest Time to man up, shut up and handle it A-Awon (D-DJ Amerigo, you know I bring it to you live) (Real hip hop)
Writer(s): Antwan Wiggins, Amerigo Gazaway, Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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