Lyrics
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I'm back (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Motherfucker, I'm back (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yeah (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I made it, I made it, I, I, I made it
Groundwork done, I paved my
Way from the bottom, same place where the pain is
To sitting on a plane, all expenses paid, bitch
Still the same shit, I couldn't care about fame
And I don't need to hear your props, chump, show me the paper (show me that)
Six round the clock, sluts want me to slay them
And after I'm done, I scroll the list and erase 'em
Got 99 problems, but a bitch, I ain't chasing (uh-huh)
Got dollar signs on my mind, yep, I'm brainy
They say, I'm crazy, to me, it's just the way pop raised me
I got hustle in my veins, it's the dealer for Satan, motherfucker
The game got me tipsy, and I ain't saying whiskey (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I'm drunk off the living and you lames can't hit me (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
The game got me tipsy, like 'Zé, like whiskey (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I'm made in my city, ma-made in my city (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
The game got me tipsy, and I ain't saying whiskey (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I'm drunk off the living and you lames can't hit me (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
The game got me tipsy, like 'Zé, like whiskey (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I'm made in my city, ma-made in my city (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I was born without one, I, I, I'm heartless
They ask why, "Oh, Taurus where the heart is"
South Carson, we keep the winter boiling
It's hot like summer in the middle of August
They ridicule, disregard it, label us animals
Hoping that one day we are car-kick (uh-huh)
A Caucasian-cesian slash warrior
A para on the rhymes, the rhythm's fucking retarded
You will never defy real unless you're said
Devise skills to kill and chump, you are a garnish