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Hot like Holly Hobby ovens but not stuck in the pastI blast forward cashFor all my CD's that got stuck in your dashUp in that ass with a size 9 SauconyBlood on my hands from botched bathroom lobotomiesStop the beatI got to pee pitstopRoadtrip to paradise through suffering in hiphopWhen I look back and see roads paved with bad intentionsAll cuz of one rhyme I wrote to past detentionPay attention if you got it like thatBut these days, kids focus switch faster than lanes on freewaysHang the DJ and kill the MCKeep your evil eye on anyone who doesn't look like meThe cook might be spittin' on your burgerBut the way he got it tastin' got you screamin' bloody murderTip your server but the change don't trickle downDon't even matter, can't buy ish with a nickle nowCall me jaded but I hate the way the shoe fitsDon't give a (blank) about no one I don't get loose withLit fuse partnerKeep a microphone inside my lockerStop the pressesIt's goin' down like thisDedicated to the west sideAnd all my people back homeDedicated to the New York streetsHot ish, Like this ishYo!Real life heroZero down and countin'Here to bring more change than the bottom of a fountainIs the Catholic got you bouncin' on some consciousnessWhile that ish on radio made you want to quitI'm poppin' monster ishAnd leaving y'all without no options like some foster kidsCoppin' this, but I be rockin' withMy homie Recone and we prone to get your girlBreakin' up with you like service on them free phonesDoin' 80 in a speed zone mashin'Half white, half chineseNow stop askin'Pursuing hip hop with a passion, playerRepresentin' on the mic and on the fader...
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