If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em` skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king_
This rap game`s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till` it kills me
I trust to god I`ll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there always will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I`m refusing to always render up
The sole thing I always gave up is using. No more excuses.
Excuse me if my mind is too big for this building
And excuse me if I`m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I enjoy it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn`t that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered
Cuz he couldn`t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he`s buzzin`, woke up from that buzz
Now you question why he does it, how he does it
Wasn`t cause he had buzzards circle about his head
Waiting for him to throw dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn`t count now, does it
What difference it make?
What it lead to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain`t some bullshit
People don`t usually get back this way
From a situation that was moody as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a replacement blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic`s raise cause I came with 5′9? but I look like I`m 6′8?
Bruno Mars
This one`s for you and me, living out our dreams
We`re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I give my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
Royce Da 5′9″
By the sentence you see this I`ll probably already be outtie
I advance like passing from toting iron to exit and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My dad told me slow down, boy, you goin to suck it
And I ain`t gotta stop the dead a minute
To tell Shady I know him the like way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to live it
I cried plenty tears, my dad got a bad back
So it`s just proper that I right till he can march right into that post office and assure em to attend it up
Now his career`s Lebron`s jersey in 20 years
I`ll stop when I`m at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It`s `turn to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must follow down
You going down on something you don`t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to get to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I`m only the cats meoww, ow
Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya`ll are doomed
I think when T-Pain ain`t wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I`m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I`m fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y`all niggas just gossipin` like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y`all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first hand and now I`m the 2nd best I can dispense with that
Now Bruno can prove his ass, without the MTV awards gag
Bruno Mars
You and I live what it`s care to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we`re alright
So keep up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one`s for you and me, living out our dreams
We`re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I give my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
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