Royce Da 5?9?

Royce Da 5?9? - Airplanes (Freestyle) lyrics

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Since '99 I've been dope in this

Focusin'

Unfocusin'

Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'

I was the gun totingest 

My cuz told me

Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits

You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens

I said, "I disagree"

Then I let Superhead lick on me

Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks

'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches

Next stop, to the top

I done went from A to X,Y

Almost at Z

Chillin' at a rest stop

My new bitch call her my PS3

You?

Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box

Me I'm the rhyme ruler

Me and Denaun together

Deadly as Nas in his prime

You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor

Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth

Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth

Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills

I'm on Raps Radar now

Elliott Wilson

Painter of the underground canvas

Even though I can't freelance no more

The underground's famished

Before I settle for less then average

I'll swallow a watermelon

Follow it with a double down sandwich

I swear that God told me

Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me

All eyes on me!

I know I'm not the greatest

I go hard

Your boom box is now invaded

Bogart

Look at me today

8 years ago, I was popular for being hated

Solar!

Nickel Nines the ruler

God combined with Buddha

Gifted oblongata, prized medulla

Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver

That only can be detonated by a MacGruber

I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'

Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen

By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger

So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'

I paint pictures between blank scriptures

Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray?

The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy

Dwight Howard look at me sideways

And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick

I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit

You form a clique it should be sacred

I shouldn't say shit

Cause the Truth Hurts

Like the bitch that Dre ditched

Nobody loves my niggas like me

Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement

I swear that god told me

Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me

All eyes on me!
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