Letras
I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep packed in the Ford Explorer
I toured the whole world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time this shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand sound-alikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with, is that industry dough
BMI, EMI, gimme all that
A signed deal with who? Why not? Where I sign at?
I used to do unto others, this the difference
This year fuck with things in my best interest
This ain't the new, it's the old from way back
Click it or ticket man, they forcin' us to stay strapped
Act like you know, right now, if not, ASAP
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the big payback
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Still blastin' away
Spit and put the cash away, passion to play
Mashin' my way through this Babylon
Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble on
Luxury lyrics I give free of charge
Yeah right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and true
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
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Beat this down the block and they'll be like, "Jeez!"
Movin' on up like George and Louise
On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese
My folks came up in these L.A. streets
I knock and I bump like 8:15's
They lock brothers up for 8:15's
Defari is a method of truth
If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth
Heru is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
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