Its that real give em something they can... Im a jack of all trades Call me jack, its that Old School State Of Mind, feels like back in the day The golden age, but I remained Never change, bring it back like a boomerang And whos to blame? I came into this game with conviction We dont believe you, we need more convincing Who you think you kiddin? Is you is or is you isnt? Rolling with the team thats winnin catch an image of the vision I feel the instinct that in an instant Ima boss up and wont be needing any assistance Yo thats pimp shit, peep the way I macked it Im just stepping out the mansion hold it down the financin These rappers ratchet, dropping straight bat shit Knowing the facts I hold em up like Im Atlas Yall know my status, with or without the whereabouts But if theres ever a problem, yo we can work it out Work it work it out We can work it work it out Work it work it out We can work it work it out x2 Ayo I never lost my touch more than just a touch of genius Im toasting up spread the thug butter even Junkie rappers in rehab, got em fiendin Sorry if Im winning but youre playing no defense Gone off the deep end, only glowing reviews what Im receivin Shawty freak frequent, cause she know my whole presence is prestigious So raise up this that pledge of allegiance It aint a secret, its more like a conspiracy Theories get mysterious it all aint what it seems to be I read between the lines, Ive seen it all Like Im twenty feet tall Not suited for the market, got a recall I gotta ball til I dont even recall Or til I feel like Tom Petty and I hit that free fall You heard about, per word of mouth I turn it out But if theres ever a problem, yo we can work it out Work it work it out We can work it work it out Work it work it out We can work it work it out x2
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