[Verse Cornelius West] Im running everything like I was born Barack Ill body slam a hater like I was born The Rock Im eating good, Im on my Buffet like a Warren stock Armed and going hammer like the man on the orange box So be alarmed or not But tired rappers getting harmed a lot when Im on my shit like Im on the pot But dont need weed to get you higher than a flyer Im supplying you with fire till I drop dead or retire, Thats choir Got em saying Good Lord, gospel Flow so hostile, oh so awful You kids are played out, so Aeropostale Yall need to fade out Need CREAM? I got you See me? Im not you Who he? He offed you They try to do what? Beat me? Impossible Im doing what I gotta do to top you haters I got your girl now, maybe she could top you later, look Fuck the haters, power to the ones made it And to the ones thats hating, I see you as motivation Vacations on private islands, youll never know my location I cant stand when I fail, I live for standing ovations They say life is a game so Im learning to be a player Im learning to be the greatest Im learning to be the savior I sleep at night knowing that Im getting better daily But I verbalize my dreams even if Im talking crazy Cause maybe Im just crazy Or maybe Im the truth Or maybe Im just hated cause I act like Im too cool But set fire to these liars like I got Nothing to Lose My desires to spit fire like I got something to prove And Im off this Cornelius West 2012
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