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 First I would like to thank God and all of my haters
I don’t argue I’m a great debater

I’m going to sip from this cup of success every last drop
Until there nothing left

You don’t know who you’re messing with
Do you?

Hand me the ball and I’ll blow right through you

Do you hear that cheering in the stands?
It’s the one who put the pen in my hand

I must admit, I lost a lot, cried a lot, fell a lot, crawled a lot
Never did I cease to reach the top

Oh yeah and I prayed a lot

I know you thought you buried me
Eyes wide open I saw the ones who threw dirt on me

Those who chose to throw stones
Wondering why you didn’t break any bones

I know you're were ready to rumble
I’m not a cookie I’m hard to crumble

I don’t eat everybody’s gumbo

I stay meek, mild and humble

Why you were laid up I stayed up prayed up

Haters always make one mistake
Haters sleep while you’re awake

If I catch you slipping I’m going to hit you fast
Not slow like syrup sipping

You thought I was washed up but that’s a lie
I cast my net on the right hand side

My speech is too long
The credits are Rollin

Your jaws are tight your all swollen

I knocked you down like the pins when
I’m bowling

When in Vegas I’m high Rollin

To all my peeps who write

To all my peeps who recite

To all my peeps who stay up all night

When you see a hater
Draw your pen and

"SHOOT EM ON SIGHT"

2010 © WIZE DOM

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