[Verse 1 Just B. Polo] Im a.. Paraplegic with a, pair of new shoes on my feet Paraphernalia in a, parallel world and I see Got class like potpourri, and Im Short, but theyre never looking over me And you can go and get a drink, Imma hold the weed Because Ill grow the words, and Ill smoke the beat And they know its me, hard to miss it All about the money, its a part of business All I really care about is me, myself, and JBP Im narcissistic Hard to miss it, you apart and distant So Ill give a call thatll get you faster Park and listen, You a star whos missing So Im killing you again like Kenny you bastards Master, youve been going cross the nation with a Movement dude its like assassination We the MAP, four of a kind, but we the Best in the deck like a pack of aces Had to break in and hack the faces Sack your quarterback back to bases What the hell is this? Wack, I hate this No strings attached, so you lack the laces Back to bases, proposition I can taste it, competition Plus Im wasted and Im gone and wishing for Another fucking drink like Im pounding Nathans And I got to bat no Catalyst Lines for your Facebook statuses Because my moms away, shes been gone for days And its fathers day, and my dad is pissed.. [Hook Just B. Polo] Oo, you love me now, love me now, love me now But did you love me when I, wasnt hungry for the fame? The wealth? The game itself? And all these people coming in between and now we tell them that I Do it, Do it bigger than theyve ever seen us do it. We been Doing Doing things that make your body get to moving So lets pour a cup, and lets drink it up Who gives a fuck what they think of us And lets cheers to those who dont think were good They just dont think enough [Verse 2 Just B. Polo] Okay Im 58, 110 Little mother fucker doing big ass crap, like He can play the guitar, and play drums And make beats, and wait, he can sing and rap? like What? This kids amazing, hes gonna make it, he stays ablazing, hes on it. I cant believe it, I cant achieve it, they say I need it. Who wants it? Everybody gonna say I made a comeback Because I kick it like Im fucking Abby Wambach Im from New York and Im high high Like Im living in the fucking Adirondaks LONG ISLAND until the death of me They say Im so official like. Just B. Referee You know the shit, you cant hold the shit, you notice it and its gone Then you fold the shit, and you roll the shit, and you smoke the shit And thats strong Wait I dont want to be the high kid, want to be the high kid Want to be the kid thats burnt I just want to be a drunk kid, playing with a drum kit Fucking with a girl thats turnt Oh And youre really gonna tell me that Im never gonna make it in a game so nasty But Im heading to the front, I dont really give a fuck Anybody gonna kiss my asscheeks? So classy, classy, nope In a class, just passing notes Youll never reach my lines, you just some asymptotes [Hook]X2
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