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The Dean's List
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Mainstream
How the fuck am I supposed to rock the show sober?
I need a drink tell a bitch to bring it over
I'm so gone boy, now I'm talking nonsense
You ain't bout money man, that's nonsense
No coins I need a dime please
I need a Williams and a Reeder, who do I see?
This is Mrs. Marry Jane, she really chill yo!
You may have seen her in ya favorite rappers video
She's really up there, you know first class
If you've ever get a shot you probably wanna work that
Is she a bad chick? College life, drinking Con
Above average, Vuitton - Luboton -
She needs a good Header, better yet good head
Someone like now, without using the tool shed
I'm Tryna Screw You, And Your Friends Too
That's what the labels say, and then they sign you
Before they find you, they tryna guide you
Like this is mainstream nigga fuck the soul whom tied you
Ok then Rock! Here you go!
Mainstream till your video stereo
So typical, how you even like that?
Lookin back now, why you even write that...
Why you even write that...
I put my jealous in the air like a viking!
Heart so cold that my chest started icing
When I get the ice in the cards, will you like me?
I talk about the cries and my boys wanna fight me
Just because your hungry man that don't mean you can bite me
Make your own lane man do not try to Might me
Cause everybody's Jordan nobody's ever Michael
If anybody's scoring and no body's an idol
And we don't need the points motherfucker just the ring
Drink a little more Gin for that tied extinct
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'Fore I write another verse I think about my message
Think about my life and how I should address it
How tha fuck am I supposed to be a real Kid
When they never even givin hell what real really is
I could never change me to see me blow
Can't be real if I ain't fake that's Pinocchio
If it ain't about the money then it's the cars
If it ain't about the Whips then it's prolly for the broads
Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast
For selling his Soul to Me
If it ain't about the money then it's the cars
If it ain't about the Whips then it's prolly for the broads
Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast
For selling his Soul to Me
When the moon Shine, wolfs cry I don't ever sleep man
They be keeping me up, early to the A.M
Rep for the Lions, food for the youngsters
I write a verse feed it to a far from them Monsters
I don't never get close, maybe I should change that
My Dark side is killin them they wish we never came back
Dark is so evil that's cause you don't even know me
To me they so Heavenly, to you they so phony
Club won't even play me, they say I'm not a Famie
Famous for the Rich I just don't think people change me
But you just got of stage, wha?
Baby can you really blame me?
It's Bitter Sweet success and this clime is so tangy
Suppose that I could taste it so much that I could face it
If Jordan never four-fived he probably be amazing
Legends never leave they just start aging
And money never stays, it just starts changing
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