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アーティスト:Joe Budden 

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When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks Understand that Microphone check, it's something new y'all rage These views only prelude from the dude on stage I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York State Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away Maybe I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates Indeed it be the God If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over pasta Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada" Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first You are now entering the mind of the sick About as remarkable as it gets Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you You are now entering the mind of the sick About as remarkable as it gets Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress I'm just taking back what's owed, and adding interest Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high


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