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You know what time it is my nigga I'm on my way, oh oh I'm on my way I'm on my way You know what I'm saying had niggas down at Laney But you know I had to come up to Chapel Hill And incase you were wondering I did make the beat, aye look I'm pushy on the trigger you sling but can't blast it Getting pussy and John River? Two things that are fantastic Set the rookie bar nigga you swing but can't pass it I'm the new kid that was nice, this the rubric of my life I'm the Duplicate of Mike Jordan Sleeping like they liked snoring, leaping this my light scoring Took a vote said I'm the goat no dudes would ever write for him They eyeing me the irony of having dreams that I would be Grabbing green that's binary and fucking black bitches while Cruising in a white foreign We moving eight balls look we cook em' and we rack em' Shorty always spin the story bitches looking like Siakam So nigga get some new moves, found out like you Blue's Clues Light skin nigga but I'm killing like the Hutus there's Corpses on the street I mastered force and passed the course of Course I am complete this rapping sport I have to torch the Horses at the meet off the porch I took a leap Mama know hell stayed in motels tried to move up to the suite You didn't play you DNP, you got banned for PED's my line on Land is DND, In a one legged foot race beat you Niggas with no feet, I go bang like TNT with the Gang like GNB, you niggas sang like PND Heard you rapping got no traction guess you should've worn your cleats Vision's grand you not elite took the pan and cooked the beat so nigga How could they how they compete? Guess the answer is they couldn't Was expected to Jon Doe to projected John Wooden I detected I'd blow your suspected bomb wouldn't This my climb to the top I'm not accepting wrong footing Niggas trap and fail a lot trying but I pass the the bill Diamond in the rough hard to find it guess they had to drill Mike at Carolina a reminder that I have to kill Was down at Laney High but now I'm rising up at Chapel Hill You know what time it is my nigga Mike at Carolina a reminder that I have to kill Was down at Laney High but now I'm rising up at Chapel Hill nigga You got the rock could you play as a star? Who would've thought we would've made it this far Look from the top you can tell em' they wrong Tell my momma call my brother you can tell him I'm on Few strokes under heard you played it for par Who would've thought we would've made it this far Headed for the spot heard they betted on John Tell my momma call my block and you can tell em' on You got the rock could you play as a star? Who would've thought we would've made it this far
Writer(s): Matthew Derrick-huie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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