Kris Prince - The Right (Dear Common) lyrics

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Kris Prince - The Right (Dear Common) lyrics

[Intro] [Freestyle: Kris Prince] First things first respect to the greatest Man you heard what Biggie said man There's rules to this sh** so imma follow This game devours for goldiggers trying to win the Lotto Dont s** unless you tend to swallow & thats the motto This that n***a goin in from the city of the wind Where he barely know his pops, Grandaddy in the pen & his mama deal with karma like her daddys' Ludacris & I feel the same thing cuz our genes kinda fit....wait Its Kris Prince in the booth, & i got nickels for your thoughts If you got banks for the truth, I work for the riches & hustle for loot While I getchor girl open like the gap in my tooth Im hotter than 90 degrees in a suit This game then f**ed up & let the silverback out the zoo You rappers slipped up, we penetrating straight for your spot & ain't nobody coming through except for me & my crew who? Ladeda Ladeda Ladeda Hey Ladeda BMG, XCI, Ladeda, Hey, Ladeda Check, Ladeda n***a step yo game up, mama i den came up See my style then changed up, yall better wake up n***as throw they gangs up, hoes think im famous Haters always lying whenever they throw my name up Hippies better flame up! This is for all the people thats watching, I hope I gotchor attention I see my enemies plotting, cuz failure is not an option Now water the Earth & gimme the beat & watch me promegranate Life is just hood status on automatic You dont need colombus or Johnny Depp Just to notice how them. Lines too overseas for these land n***as to understand. No introductions needed for enemies to know that I am Kris Prince, bred with that Fredrick Douglas & Kelsey Grammer That tearless bucket you can't touch it; that MC Hammer That missy Elliot crazy flow that pa** the dutch That God-given, that fearless Usher, that moving mountains Lightskin arm & Hammer That baking soda, that quota, that gone til Further Notice We taking over cuz my dreams are getting closer Cuz Im taxing these rappers like Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam Money bundles in my pocket, rubberbands & never been a Half breed, but a thorough-bred & he do what he want like he dont give a damn cuz I can. & im not just a rapper man Imma man with a plan & you're not just a critic, you're just a fan man Ladies putcho hands up, treat it like an anthem I Made her say 'Mm hm" like she was drinking Fanta wait Let it breathe wait Now between me & you, I should have rapped like they told me to Way back in high school, days up in them lunch rooms This is just what I a**umed, Maybe cuz I learned to speak in silence is a minus to the knowledge of a smart fool OOooo they say he flowing such a nice tune, even illumanit plotting saying he a nice tool. Cool, Im taking my life off of neutral, driving off my dreams getting high off the exhaust fumes......wait....high off the exhaust fumes Just know I built a craft & it gets better with time But time always fly so i'm booking my ticket now To first cla** flights where the rich & glorious dine SOuthwest where the k**ers with mad Chevys they ride As long as i live imma keep a will to inspire As long as this money im chasing is my desire My grandaddy taught me to tell the truth never lie Pretty soon you'll get the message as long as you keep the Dream alive As long as you keep the dream alive.... *I hope Common can read this page one day & see how much of an influence he has on my life & my growth as an artist. His book is my bible whenever I need to reflect or lose focus on my goal. To become as great as a rapper as he is. 2/29/2016

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