Verse 1:
I would never pray to make a mill
You always on the verge of lurking on a major deal
This is independent baby, get your paper still
Don't let the hustle ever break your will, take the kill
No religion but a sacred seal
Make Thug, No Love, You get on drugs, LOL, Fuck No
Larry David Gusto, Arab Behavior
Knocking Milk Crates on the back of bodegas
Hmmmmm..
But you don't want to stay Local now do you baby?
Hit the studio, propaganda voodoo maybe?
A Movie role, all depends on what you truly know, I love the art but music made me moody baby
HUH
I let the stress eat itself, let the rhyme read itself, let the mind believe itself
Create Victory, out of misery to speak for self
I keep it humble, I don't want to make history
It repeats itself...
Chorus:
OHHHHH
No reigning on my ego
Canadian Tuxedo
Radio Playing the wrong people
Canadian Tuxedo!
Verse 2:
Semi Suburban
When they killed B.I.G. with Semis in a suburban
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