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Right Can't get it all through yeah, ay Yeah Premeditated murder probably the movement RIP instrumentals I act the fool in From the top Can't get it all through yeah Yeah Premeditated murder probably the movement, huh Gassing me up will have me pull in a coupe and, yeah So we'll do do it Yeah All of my murking really into the pocket Image is really what the people be copping See and believe and all I need to be rocking Shocking em fuckers like I got them in sockets, I heavily think about us running with top shit, huh Women the reason why we go outta topic I don't know she been having her a bit of the chronic Niggas dun really got us speaking ebonics Niggas dun really got us focus on top shit, huh Why y'all believe that we ain't shoot up as rockets, man (Right) Activate cropping Niggas forgot that all their bitches be jocking Yeah Still fuck a piss poe bitch who interferes with my permanent greatness, huh yeah Already with the A1 team, man how you think all my work is amazing Premeditated murder got em all weighted This premeditation got me caught in the matrix (Right) Dawg I been at it for a minute now my soul's up in different placements Can't get it all through yeah, ay Yeah (Makaferly I'm a Don) Y'all better know I came a long way From promoters who ain't never paid me To some homies who were really fake, I pray I never see the same Been on posters with the wrong name, I used my own money just to pull up at performaning I went to every show, yeah Even without stage and when I pull up I'll start performing on a beer crate Now they know my name It's kinda crazy but I love that shit (I love that shit) Cause every show that I had, yeah they love my shit I talk to God, everyday that I hit a lick I hope I make it big for every tiger that I spent On the road to riches with one pair of kicks, I'm legit Coming from the bottom, can you dig? Even in my sleep I'm chasing dreams, yeah Mama says I gotta get degrees, yeah Cause a kaffir ain't never been free My people still hungry with a bundle of achievements Uh, I'm feeling better on my own I guess I had fuckin grow Took a while just to accept that, next time I'm at a show Won't be No Paddy, won't be Trill, won't be Me and my bros This time I'm alone and this time I gotta blow Makaferly with the jiggy flow Style ain't comparable Your shit terrible, my shit impeccable You know I'm the best ain't no need to ask Tseks, yeah Tell em cut the check if they wanna see my set Cause I just wanna make my momma proud till I'm 6 feet My underground gang, they been talking in my sleep (Thokoza) And they busy telling me that I'm really what I think I am So nigga take a seat you in the presence of a king
Writer(s): John Julius Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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