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what a time - ro$etti lyrics

what a time to be alive
and i ain’t talking about the drake and future alb-m
i’m saying every single time a n-gg- writes his wrongs
they bring up some old sh-t and paint you as the former malcolm
you gain a little power, boy they’re on your -ss
start to make a difference, uh uh not so fast
they say we’re deadbeat fathers; any powder’s c-ke, no similac
now grab them state clothes
we’re the pimps, you hoes remeber that
that’s the slave mentality they forced upon us
mostly the reason for the energy i harness
i’m looking at the game, i’m just a different type of artist
still a long way from the top, but i bet you i came the farthest
went from starving like marvin to getting my own apartment
i’m just a humble student of marcus garvey and martin
so i won’t fall into your trap, you b-tch i ain’t dumb
faced adversity all my life dog, you know where i’m from?
804 born and bred dog, i rep that sh-t
drink bleach p-ssy if you don’t respect that sh-t
i’m doing some introspection to find myself
because i’m lost, lately i’ve been feeling small
homie back in high school, i was feeling like lebron though
pops in the stands going off like i’m lonzo
i ain’t know another way to make the n-gg- proud yo
any other validation, got that from my mom though
i’m so mother f-cking tired…i’m so mother f-cking tired
i feel like you can hear it in my rhymes
i’m wack? you’re dead wrong; i’m hot? you’re dead right
every track i do it b.i.g. i’m dead nice, oh lord
when the people hear this ima blow up
for you n-gg-s to write a rhyme that’s considered a clever line
you gotta pick through your mind and take a whole bunch of time
while i’m b–bie miles, all i gotta do is show up; n-gg-
you gotta be from a certain cloth to know what i mean
y’all jazz up old sh-t and think you’re supreme
y’all get online and act silly, take pics with mack millies
automatically i know that you n-gg-s can’t rap with me
these are facts, word to zack morris boy i’m going to the max
i got us on my back, i ain’t never blowing smoke
i know i got that crack, so it’s over for that soap
at least that’s what i hope
nowadays it’s hard to tell
you can be dope as h-ll, that don’t mean that you gon sell
that sh-t’ll break my heart if i drop this and it fails
because i put my blood sweat and tears, you can tell
young virginia n-gg- so i grew up on pharrell
quit the frontin’ dog, you see me grindin’
you n-gg-s only grindin’ for diamonds, myron
that’s lame sh-t, n-gg-s only balling for self
i’m balling for my fam, building generational wealth, rossetti

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