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When the salvia hits

Nostalgia on a Sunday night

I remember the first time I ever heard her music on the radio. I built this picture of her in my mind as a big black woman with that amazing voice. So funny to see her as the opposite in reality Nice taste

Oh, Honey Owens...

Hold up let me get up in it now Bitch, I'm here to win it now L-O-G-I-C, I'm feeling free, I'm finna bring it now If you know the words, take a step back and sing it now Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi? Last time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too 'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to Like the pussy, don't push me I ain't no killer, but you know the rest You think I caught the holy spirit how I'm feelin' blessed Ain't no contest at all this wack shit, it just ain't no test Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest It ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm still gunnin' While half of these motherfuckers still runnin' I've earned everything I've attained and they steal from him Like goddamn, I'm the motherfuckin' man Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' stan Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm waitin' for Nike To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me Cut the check for twenty million right now and we might see Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity I get up, I get up I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up Never address me as "Robert" 'less it's 'bout that Dinero Far from a hero, I ain't never saved my hoes I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros It don't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep 'Cause in the end we all six feet deep Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on this 6ix beat Flashbacks of havin' visions way back in G'Burg Every single one of my homies and me work Cuttin' had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it Ten years later, pick up a pen, write a hit about it And back then I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhyme Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online Not made to feel bad for speakin' bout this shit on my mind Or called a faggot, a nigger, a cracker who wish he was blacker I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker And smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful as possible It's highly improbable, it's stoppable But still, way too many people feel how I feel That's on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up Ayo motherfucker, Trump, said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tapping in Fuck a mumble let's make America rap again Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin' Fuck a hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me? Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines Preach that, go 'head boy now preach that Wash my hands of this negativity, word to Three Stacks So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene? Wu-Tang, get the cream, Sinatra gon' reign supreme Open your mental, get out your feelin's like dental This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game Can you rappers feel the flame? Nah, this shit won't be the same Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper But deep down you know it's only gon' be one Mufasa I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it Game still ain't give me my credits, so I'ma audit it I'm heartless like Kanye in '08 Yeah, that's word to NO I.D, now they all know who I be I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry Show 'em what that real rap do The ball's in your court, Hov, I hope to hear from Guru, woo!