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breakfast in dr - devin the ripper, a. wal the sultan lyrics

i had nights when i touring over different sofas
my impatience left me salty though i kept it kosher
dreams of rolling out my queen and sliding into lofas
need contacts to see the texture in the ceiling know what
i feel it closer, my vision getting clearer
i’m well acquainted with success, i always seem familiar
bet d gonna make it big like my name is dilla
in this game with no consignment like a perfect dealer
i game is sold, you gotta pay me to spit
wolfgang feeling bold like i’m camping in dens
dividends, cop the land, 40 acres and mules
flipping scripts to narratives ain’t making the news
i took all i need in life while deferring my dues
give my kids the life that i ain’t have the luxury to choose
lose and win, the game come with the crookeds and straights
i’d risk it all striking out cause i’m swinging for gates
another hit, barry bonds on you m*th*f*ckas
any n*ggas come with drama, then, he catching knuckles
i rap for mothers with they husbands in the street hustling
sh*t stressful enough so stop fussing him
i buried faith in b*tches that been ducking me since
i told them that my trauma got me borderline schizophrenic
the real come a bronze a dozen, now she miss a prince
i was broke but now she see i’m making cents
i hit that girl once and did her like a frisby
see my name ring bells from tallahassee to the windy city
i took a red eye in the winter cause it’s gettin chilli
woke up to some pica dillo orange juice and big titties
might have to get a girl this sh*t out here is gettin risky
keep a second phone for all my b*tches so it ain’t no biggie
when you running towards your goals they do you like you ricky
playing with the cards that we was dealt so n*gga we ain’t picky
getting rich without the dying something like we fifty
decatur to the city inglewood to mississippi
we gon spread this message do it big like we from texas
i’m the father of these n*ggas doubters must confess this
hail mary in the district like wayne perry
sunday brunch with my n*ggas you know it’s gettin scary
perry ellis jacket stitched with immaculate fabric
i been separating all this fake sh*t to keep out the static

- devin the ripper a wal the sultan lyrics

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