[Josh Wright]
This was the same day, I never saw anybody from my oldschool
It was the same day, I'm writing new rules, everybody wanna be just like me, boy
Putting this metal, straight on yah tongue, boy, even my own tempo switch off curves
Even my own verbs cause actions around street curbs, I'm the last of my kind, the last
Bags of nickels and dimes, around a shady character, jekyll & hyde, no, I'm more like king arthur
Writing excerpts for you're favorite's author's author, I'm not like you're favorite's rapper's rapper
Their not as wack enough, now it's sold out, groupies crowd around us, so what, were just tryna k** everybody
That you know, we can make it even if we blow, up, up, blow up, 2014, yeah, yeah
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