Eminem

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My motto is live by the bottle so why is my supply low
Bring in the truck mode with the high load
Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky, though
Ghetto idol I think but what do I know
Shit I know a lot more than I should
The hood stood by me just like I thought it would
Don't act like I'm Hollywood when I probably could
I don't poly, Muhammed Ali of rap
I don't lolly gag, west coast the home with a body bag the shotty, the mag
Los Angeles where the party at?
You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at
Yeah, Andre is back so have a cardiac
Started back with the black, Raider Starter cap
Gangster rap, we practically fucking started that
Every day with this game I'm getting smarter at
Sky's the limit so every time I get on the track

Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick
Let's start I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time, you boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now

Your skin's your traveling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab while mine's glistening
Vivid on my skin how many continents I visit in
You could journey with me to different places by listening
Shitting on them, your brother got it covered with the slug and knuckle it
However you wanted I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit, the grime, my genetic code make up murderer by design
A mayan calendar time when night meets day
I'm in the light gray Bugatti like a high speed chase
Adrenaline like jog and then jump and rope in place
Muhammed Ali hobby's no Pilates trying to keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife see what these hoes can buy me looking for but it's nice to see the road behind me
Hotel's a seven star begets flowing, keep your lid get dog to private jet boeing topless

Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick
Let's start I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time, you boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
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