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letra de i am - the game

[verse]
backwood burnin’ money earnin’ motherf-cker, i am
nas, i am, pac, i am, b.i.g., i am
rap city on the bas-m-nt, big tig, i am
california king, i put that on my kids, i am
tell kendrick i passed the torch and i meant it, every sentence
spoke to the crowd ’til the crown got passed down, i’m b-tchin’
on the stage with snoop and the pound, that was so vintage
long way from the crowd, i’m poppin’ [?] benches
like a hurdler, any lyricist murderer
unless 3 stacks or blueprint, jigga is on the verse with ’em
your top 10 no match for my top 5
all you n-ggas is lucky, will smith after pac died
thug life, west side, let one of you pop fly
i hold the glock sideways like ashanti’s c-cked eye
i look in my opp’s eyes tellin’ me not god
make his body do the block boy and leave him lopside
i am dope at the border in the narco cop eye
i am chicken in the grill of a cutlass like popeye’s
i am jay, dames, and biggs while watchin’ the roc rise
n-gga, you could shake the jar, just don’t let the pot slide
i am both of the clips in drake’s beat
take advantage, f-ck all of these b-tches while drake sleep
i’ma start with keke and k.b., go up in ’em, 8 feet
make her cl-t tick like an 8-peat
never cross me, n-gga, i am jesus son
shoot my shot at your b-tch, i don’t need no gun
i just roll a basketball emoji in her dm
cum in her mouth, she was this close to bein’ my bm
my bm’s crazy, my dm’s brazy
i see them chicks in the maybach whenever he in vegas
mgm shakin’, hollow-tip like he in takers
i f-ck around and put 3 in satan
h-ll on earth since birth, i been flexin’ for the turf
black ghost through the hood like a pastor of a church
30ms his net-worth, f-ck 12, let ’em search
n-gga, i’m a bad boy in a death row shirt
i am all the littles lil’ uzi, lil’ baby
lil’ wayne, lil’ pete, lil’ skies, lil’ tay
lil’ pump, lil’ cease lil’ boosie, lil’ b
i might pop a lil’ xan and listen to a lil’ reese
give them papers a lil’ twist, smoke my lil’ thicky
eat it to lil’ kim, give her a lil’ d-cky
lil’ j and lil’ fears, money off that lil’ yachty
lil’ debbie go a lil’ cray when she off a lil’ molly
throw on a lil’ biggie, she shy like lil’ durk
she my lil’ mama in a lil’ snoop shirt, yeah
she all on my d-ck, she said it’s lit, yeah
i’m on my sh-t, yeah, convertible top on the 6, yeah
come out the same time as chingy, n-gga, i’m still here
roll them maple leaves, degrassi inside this wheelchair
smokin’ on this real, yeah, draco, let it k!ll air
weave on the track and make ’em think that it’s my real hair
off-white, teal airs, kick start a fly
paris fashion week, get murdered, yellow tape and chalk inside
[?], k!ll the p-ssy, make him think his daughter died
left my d-ck inside her long as i waited for carter 5
i am the lakers’ starter 5
i am eazy-e immortalized
i’m the bullets in trump temple for tellin’ all them lies
no matter what you believe in this movie, the martyr dies
tell my enemies i’m comin’ and they better fall aside
tellin’ b-tches if they ain’t shooters, they better call a ride
put a chopper on the seat and let it sing like l.m.i
get it poppin’ with this heat like it’s a mcdonald fry

- the game

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