The take off

I' been rappin' for some time now
god damn, all I want is get my crown and
Role the world, sit on top, like a Dawg-on-the-Top
Pop' preachin' this' evil, thing' I'm all these people
Well, I' been spittin' form the heart all the shit I' been through
But I don' give fuck, my girl gat back and
She' a queen, me a king, gat a band now
We gonn' rock the world top, down on a roll

I spread my wings wide, I'm ready to fly
Am on my run way like its a do or die
I've been starvin' for long, now is crunch time
This the take off, I fly to get what's mine

Either fly with me or row out like a boat
Think you' stoppin' me? My hands all around your troat
And I won't hesitate to squeeze hard on till you choke
And for your neck bone, I hit hard on till its broke
When I get on top, FAM, we gonn' ball out
Roll out in my ferrary, we gonn' chill out
To my girl, yeah for sure we gonn' make home
Cause ain't no better feeling when you sit on top a dome
With out you, Yeah you know I can't get a long
In other words, Girl I need you so to get it done
To all these rappers, I'm coming straight for your heads
Aint No mercy, I'm the wild cat more like a bear
I introduce y'all to the era of the jungle way
So pay attention when the jungle king be making waves
Cause you'll be taken on a wear to your early graves
6 fits below below my feet that's the only way
I'll be digging to the earth core
Till I'm sure y'all are dead once and for all
And to your fans, I'm a brainwashe 'em right on the spot
With my name falling like rain alI over the street
I'm the master in this game with a firm grip
So I power-bounce smarter to layup my verses!
And when my tracks hit ye, y'all know who the marse is!
I'm kicking knowledge from the top off the dome, y'all better take notes!
What d'y'all expect from a ghetto bird with 'em wings not grown?
Oh! Y'all thinking I'll be flying low forever ? Hell no!
Man, now I got 'em eagle wings, me, I'm high above kings
I'm looking down on y'all niggas from my eagle'-eye view
Thought you knew I fly with my day one crew
I'm talking every real nigga tryin'a pay 'em dues
Putting work on a daily, tryin'a earn some few...
Keep your head up, never give up, you gon make it in time
Good things hard to fine. Man, its all about time!

I spread my wings wide, I'm ready to fly
Am on my run way like it's do or die
I've been starvin' for long, now is crunch time
This the take off, I fly to get what's mine

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