PHDream

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You gonna get what you want

(What makes a boy scout?)

I'm gonna get what I need

(Is it guns, is it drugs, is it none of the above?)

You gonna get what you want

(Is it a sharecroppers dream to turn this world into a team?)

I'm gonna get what I need

(Or is it the American dream that turns this world into a fiend?)

I be the first to tell you how

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

True artists go without

What's in they heart they spit it out

I play my part and get about

What God commissioned me to do

And the fact that that's my code

Got me pissy in this booth

See it's tricky with the truth

Cos everybody got they own take

I'm a give it how I live it

Till my blood, sweat and bones ache

Watch me bake my own cake

Money mixed with purpose

As long as the hooks made it

All these fickle fish are purchased

Whatever Bubba cast out I pray to him that that's clout

Cos if it's not I'm in the gap

Spittin hot but ass out

And this will be my last bout

In the ring with this demon

Cos my belly don't stay full

When I sing just for dreaming

And my team's just a clinging

Fiendin' for my arrival

So everytime I spit

I'm bringin it for survival

Thinkin I might be liable

To fold at any minute

So if you got some silver

Throw in them pennies wit it

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Didn't miss another favour

Bubba's bringin' to the shindig

Rollin round peakin

Like my license ain't suspended

Huh, ain't it splended

Perhaps a bit of blotter

Brought that shit to the hood

And now your trap's a little hotter

In fact that's how they got ya

With all them party favors

See they infiltrated y'all

With the beast of our behaviour

Let you sell it for a minute

Take some for your enjoyment

The next thing you know

The troops is rallied for deployment

In your yard with twenty doggies

They probably won't bark

But they still bit yo ass

Tell Betty to get the cash

That you had stashed at momma's

Get you back on dry land

I thank them higher track of powers

As you raise your right hand

Have you ever wondered why

I don't approach you at a venue

Like buddy where the beans

Like you know it's on the menu

Yeah I spoke to him too

He came at me the same

Told him naw but I'm looking

Now get away from me you lame

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I told several caucazoids

That don't toot but do shoot

Got two cousins in La Grange

Hard like Bo and Luke Duke

So push that woop woop

When you on they dirt road

Cos if you tryna shout

They make you whine like merlot

And bet, I sure know

Six blondes with big asses

That apply the suction cup

Every time my dick passes

Plus I got battallions

Assembled with Nitti Beatz

So next time you out in Athens

Remember to yell at me

So I can page Duddy Ken

To give clearance for your appearance

Look at this new south

The spirit of my deliverance

So with that shit said

We obviously years ahead

That's why I don't fuck wit y'all

I just keep to my peers instead

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