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[Produced by !llmind] |
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[Intro] |
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One, two, one, two |
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Turn this thing up a little bit |
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Yeah |
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For all those who been wondering what's going on with Joell Ortiz: |
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It's a lot man, it's a lot |
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[Verse 1] |
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Feels like I finally found my House Slippers |
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My mind was going, I stood around ******s |
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Wearing this pokerface, like I'm holding aces |
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That so wasn't the case, this |
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Business is such a business - don't take it personal |
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It's more than these beats and letting verses go |
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Don't end up locked in and wilding |
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Like a deaf person buying a rollie, better watch what you signing |
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Freedom is overrated until they take it |
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When it's gone, feel like nothing can replace it |
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Shaking the hand that's feeding you, but you hate it |
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Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight |
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Just imagine this man with your career in his hands |
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Giving a ****** about your fans |
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He just looking at that black and white |
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Seeing you ain't sell too well |
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You trying to tell him that you was on an Indie that wasn't acting right |
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He don't care, them numbers ****** up his appetite |
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Your past just ****** you twice, like a hermaphrodite |
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You watching ******s win who ain't half as nice |
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Faced with the choice of giving in or hit the pad and write |
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But see the fans can't know |
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So you leaking freestyles and you nail that flow |
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Kids leaving out the venue like "he killed that show!" |
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Screaming YAOWA everywhere, but you ain't on that though |
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Your loved one's sick all in the mist of this |
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Watching moms shoot insulin, it's ridiculous |
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Your son got a mask on his asthma bed |
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His older brother acting up, cause he don't have his dad |
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The grind took forever, but it happened fast |
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Listen close y'all, it happened fast |
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Red eye flights out to cali, signs to Aftermath |
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Come back, sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh |
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You drop an album over here, left the label over there |
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Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past |
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Sorry for the delay on your order |
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But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter |
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My alter ego is a quarter of the best rap group |
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But I'm back to being me, yeah the Puerto- |
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Rican, ******s standing on the corner |
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With that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer |
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Story of a project ******, a New Yorker |
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Getting money with the I-still-******-a-******-up-quick aura |
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Man, this ain't for radio play |
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This for the radio raheems who let their radio play |
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For the heads on the neck clicking, looking for the best writtens |
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Turning to their man like "you hear what he say?" |
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Y'all ******s tryna recreate back in the days |
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I'm just trying to rap my ass off |
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Hoping maybe I'll impress a few ******s from back in the day |
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Because I'm fini******ng these new ******s that's rapping today |
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You turn this up, but not too loud ******s |
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Feels like I finally found my House Slippers |
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[Outro] |
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House Slippers (fading) |
