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I see you with your palms in your pants | But me, me, see me | I got the world in my hands
I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker And a bit of a drinker I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker And a bit of a drinker I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant We in the belly of the beast And she thinking 'bout abortion I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award You can save your bullshit on your memory card If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly Looked in the mirror, said "You's an I'll nigga" Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude The haters music to my ears, I got my dancin shoes Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to But I just built a house on "I don't give a fuck" Avenue I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker And a bit of a drinker I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant We in the belly of the beast And she thinking 'bout abortion Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed Life is a gamble better check the point spread And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus Help me focus on the future and not the previous Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees Underground shit, I see myself as a seed Living in the glass, and everybody's looking How can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it? This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs On the road to redemption, go on and use a few stairs I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant We in the belly of the beast And she thinking 'bout abortion And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes But since it is in disguise We don't know that it's there I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker And a bit of a drinker
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