Royce da 5'9" - Magnolia lyrics

[Royce da 5'9" - Magnolia lyrics]

Every rapper claims that he
Never stood for disrespect
He got disrespected in the hood
And he just set
When I bought my white Corvette
It touched my mother's heart
When I stepped on the pedal the
Pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx
Called Delano up
Turned the rally stripes to fucking art
Then introduced my son to Teyana
Taylor at Rucker Park
Look, fag, this BE4, I don't have no E-G-O
You don't want no static eh
Y'all should have your TV low
Y'all the fakes, these are the breaks
Y'all the cast of CB4
Am I an underground artist? No
I'm completely low
I'm so low I could sell this
Booth as my new cellar
I could sell a Jewish fella
Suit to a shrewd tailor
Who better? I can sell a shovel to the Devil
Then turn around and I can sell
The scoop to a newsletter
Feeling like God only kicked
Moses on the snare
Allah on the flyer and this
Bitch promoting on a prayer
Fuck these labels
Fuck you label hoes focused on despair
Fuck radio, I'm already floating on the air
I ain't here to be famous in debt
Do my thing to me dead
These fans are programmed to
Change and forget
In this white man's world I'm just a
Black who ain't in the red
Who hasn't had a hat he can hang on regret
Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect
Who has a rather insane intellect
I would rather ride a train to success
That's plain than ride a dragonfly
Through a flame to impress
Maybe I'm Red, maybe I'm Meth, maybe I'm less
Maybe I'm crazy like Macy Gray, baby
I'm blessed
The hoes praising me like maybe I'm next
'Cause I'm wavy, my flow Avion wet
I'm so amazing, I'm Jay Z, I'm Treach
I'm feeling like KRS in the flesh
In the 80s, but more 94' Shady I guess
We taking the feeling back from the wealthy
Rich and shining
Uncla Murda dissing Suge is more
Healthy for the genre
Porsche pushing, motor whoofing
Under the hood sound like it's horses hoofing
I never ran from a soul
But I got promoters booking
I keep a hand full of something to fold
I'm just here to tell you the facts
The mayor slipped and fell through the cracks
Like the quarter's is under your sofa cushion
Man, I remember these hoes
Used to overlook me
Now they come to my shows and
Throw their panties on stage
Or they just say "fuck it'
And throw the pussy

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