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Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money s pilin..
Low, this is how we roll
[John Cena]
Catch me in the black llac truck with the pickup back
The game weak, I ma pick up slack
Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your boring rap
This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp
I m fully focused, I walk with a purpose
Y all are fuckin clowns, you belong in a circus
This is big bid ness, we don t stop til the money home
Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb
And I m a savage in the booth
I m on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth
Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs
You better quit rappin fore I start makin layoffs
Fuck a day off, I m movin heavy for the payoff
You don t ride to this? We don t need you, stay off
Hate on this? I don t care what you said
Y all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc]
I don t smile as such, buddy, ain t much funny
You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you fuckin gully
I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch
You love me, that s why you got your style from me
Most sayin Marc Predka s overconfident
It s only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent
The dominant factor is the money I m after
Your opinion ain t mean shit buddy - I ain t ask ya
It s gon be what it s gon be
It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay
Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play
I write rhymes til ya boy is heard mayne
Cause alls I got, is my voice and word
Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don
It s on baby pah yeah word is bond
Cut the check and I ll rock, every word of the song - what now?
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
Yeah, yeah... yeah
I got that velcro flow, I ll make you stick to this
So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous
A glass of Chardonnay doesn t whine like you
I m an Altered Beast with Einstein s IQ
Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through
In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue
I don t think there s a player nice
Keep your Cristal, I m shoot Jagermeister
Foot to the floor and you ain t you keep the pace
Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I ma beat the case
I buy some land, and never even see the place
Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste
Throw away money like I hate on loot
Copped your CD it sounds great on mute
Words turn em to dust makin MC s disintergrate
My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?
[Chorus]

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