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letra de meet obama - kris prince

uh, yeah

tell them n-ggas that i’m with it
i told my n-ggas we gone get it
yeah, i just gotta get it right
we just gotta get this money
i hope you never stop believing look

[hook]
i just wanna meet obama
meet his wife date his daughter
tryna blow up like osama
& i ain’t got time for the drama

don’t f-ck witchu n-ggas like donald
& these b-tches clowns like ronald aye
i just wanna meet obama
i just wanna meet obama look

[1st verse]
f-ck a critic tellum get out of my face
or shots coming n-gga straight out the gate
bet i reign noah’s arc with the flow
i just spit & watch me fill up a lake
kept it real you just wanna be fake
n-ggas hating i’m just trying to be great
mow the lawn then we weed out the snakes
i’m hard as ali n-gga minus the shakes

yeah, cuz a n-gga turning 25
25 & im still alive
i booked a ticket, you know time fliiieess
i just wanna meet obama
pull up in that new bugatti
i want the m’s like mcdonalds
my spirits connected with singers & models
i’m making noise but i’m moving in silence
my life is like the show of money & violence
my business growing looking like an empire
i kick my feet up, way before i retire
i just wanna show my g*nius, so i’m gone til’ further notice..
i’m just trying to find the balance
i stick to myself like i’m stuck on an island but…….

you know, this rap sh-t
they try to tell me like it’s not possible
look at me & tell me i’m not god’s gift
it’s bigger than me, beyond it

[obama speech]

part 2:

[2nd verse]
uh drop the beat & bring the strings in
i used to tell my mama that i’m gone rap & now look
that boy going in
music sounding like you doing drugs
rap a sample let it numb your tongue
i just wanna write a hit
sell it to you, take a hit

i used to just live in my room and just stay up late
recording raps on c-ssette tapes
you never struggled then you can’t relate
but through the struggle boy we never break
cuz we just warriors like golden state
im fl1cking my wrist like i’m klay
i’m bout that green like i’m draymond

most of you rappers are not on my level
i k!ll your career with a pen and a prayer
then look up to god & he said thank me later
in the kictchen whipping with the sound
chop my lyrics up and break em down
wrap my flow into a brick
sell them units make it flip
uh, i deserve a couple million
but im worth a couple billion
keep them braz- by the zillions
all you rappers are my children

got a soul that you just can’t afford
the type of gift that you just can’t ignore
you can try it but you can’t destroy
another legend born in illinois
who……….me?

[obama speaks]

thats where my life took me thats just where sh-t happened to go
& you know!
running through the chi with my…..

shout out to drake 🙂

- kris prince

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