Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
Planned to wait til later but you boys made me
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies
(For 1st hook just say "I'll be" on 4th bar then use a turn table sound as a rewind and start over)
Only daisies that I'm pushing are the daisy dukes
All you dumb mothafuckas crazy you
Thinking there's something you could maybe do
That even has a chance at making me lose
Nothing you say or do can make me lose
I'm plainly proof that you can raise the roof
Without paying dues or getting used
By these industry fakers
These imagery makers
Stirring up the pot
Like some chemistry majors
Uhhh
Fuck the whole system
And everything coming with with em
If I don't need em I ditch em
But if they need me I'm with em
I ain't bout leaving and bitching
Long as I'm seeing em switching
From demons to visions of
Peace among living
And decently giving
Their best shot
Diving down deep to the bedrock
And teaching themselves to focus on something
Other than making the bedrock
Well me, I'm making your head rock
In me's, a bit of the dead pac
The father of rapping don't bother with asking
The answers between me and God
You can take that to the bank and depos
it that
Never printer, never copy, only facts
How bout dat
I'm like dr Phil mixed with dr oz
First I heal then give em a cause
You on your heals so I'm gonna pause
That was intermission
Now I'm on a mission
To follow my intuition and swallow my inhibitions
I envision a life of influencing
And whence it comes into fruition
I'll have a decision to use my position
For what I envisioned or what my life's missing
Like a politician
Up all night wishing
That I could go back to rags cuz fuck all the riches
And fuck all the bitches
Ain't granting their wishes
Cuz all that they wanting is being my Mrs
Fuck that
You see this dick suck that
I should be careful my grandma gon hear this shit
She gon be thinking her grandson weird as shit
Being honest when I say that I fear that shit
On some real shit tho you need to know what it's like
Growing up in a family all white
Everybody financially alright
Expecting you to do it all right
And it's, not alright to talk about what I find amusing
Like rapping, that's the devils music
The rebels use it
To talk about killing kitty, the execution
So exuberant
So much energy as you ruining the art
Yet you still refusing
To recognize the craft is dead, it's pushin daisies
You shouldn't make me
Work all night and through the day, digging up its grave
Just to say that I couldn't save him
Nah, I'll resuscitate the bitch
I'm frustrated with
The fact that I can't enunciate my shit
Loud enough and proud enough
Without enough language
To make Jesus turn over in his grave and
This is gravy on potatoes
What that mean I got covered
I got it smothered
That mean I'm bringing flavor back
Cuz I don't see any other
Way cuz today it don't matter who say
"I fucked your bitch"
All you sheep screaming hooray
But me, I'm throwing up the duec-e
Then put one away so it's just the middle finger
And every day I point it to the stage
Every night I cry looking up into sky
He asks why and I reply!
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
Planned to wait til later but you boys made me
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies
Planned to wait til later but you boys made me
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies
(For 1st hook just say "I'll be" on 4th bar then use a turn table sound as a rewind and start over)
Only daisies that I'm pushing are the daisy dukes
All you dumb mothafuckas crazy you
Thinking there's something you could maybe do
That even has a chance at making me lose
Nothing you say or do can make me lose
I'm plainly proof that you can raise the roof
Without paying dues or getting used
By these industry fakers
These imagery makers
Stirring up the pot
Like some chemistry majors
Uhhh
Fuck the whole system
And everything coming with with em
If I don't need em I ditch em
But if they need me I'm with em
I ain't bout leaving and bitching
Long as I'm seeing em switching
From demons to visions of
Peace among living
And decently giving
Their best shot
Diving down deep to the bedrock
And teaching themselves to focus on something
Other than making the bedrock
Well me, I'm making your head rock
In me's, a bit of the dead pac
The father of rapping don't bother with asking
The answers between me and God
You can take that to the bank and depos
it that
Never printer, never copy, only facts
How bout dat
I'm like dr Phil mixed with dr oz
First I heal then give em a cause
You on your heals so I'm gonna pause
That was intermission
Now I'm on a mission
To follow my intuition and swallow my inhibitions
I envision a life of influencing
And whence it comes into fruition
I'll have a decision to use my position
For what I envisioned or what my life's missing
Like a politician
Up all night wishing
That I could go back to rags cuz fuck all the riches
And fuck all the bitches
Ain't granting their wishes
Cuz all that they wanting is being my Mrs
Fuck that
You see this dick suck that
I should be careful my grandma gon hear this shit
She gon be thinking her grandson weird as shit
Being honest when I say that I fear that shit
On some real shit tho you need to know what it's like
Growing up in a family all white
Everybody financially alright
Expecting you to do it all right
And it's, not alright to talk about what I find amusing
Like rapping, that's the devils music
The rebels use it
To talk about killing kitty, the execution
So exuberant
So much energy as you ruining the art
Yet you still refusing
To recognize the craft is dead, it's pushin daisies
You shouldn't make me
Work all night and through the day, digging up its grave
Just to say that I couldn't save him
Nah, I'll resuscitate the bitch
I'm frustrated with
The fact that I can't enunciate my shit
Loud enough and proud enough
Without enough language
To make Jesus turn over in his grave and
This is gravy on potatoes
What that mean I got covered
I got it smothered
That mean I'm bringing flavor back
Cuz I don't see any other
Way cuz today it don't matter who say
"I fucked your bitch"
All you sheep screaming hooray
But me, I'm throwing up the duec-e
Then put one away so it's just the middle finger
And every day I point it to the stage
Every night I cry looking up into sky
He asks why and I reply!
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
Planned to wait til later but you boys made me
Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me
I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies
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