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Giving you a selection of perfection Beschriftungen Köln No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing And leave them sketching, did I mention I'm not resting Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you Guys begging for attention, attention Homey I was riding back in seventh grade in detention I have to send those fools back to the drawing board Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more Hoping you don't have no more
[Chorus] Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one Got so many styles homey, go ahead and pick one I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them Pick which one you like and ride with any of them Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one Got so many styles ese, go ahead and pick one I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them Pick which one you like and ride with any of them
Simon, you brought more time but what you saying Quit saying the same thing over, it's over My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter Way of life like a solar system Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen You got three minutes to make your distance Cuz I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness You were a ten, with your attitude minues six Now you're just a poor stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone
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Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me You need to open your fucking eyes cuz you still ain't seeing me My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me They call me selfish, oh well greedy Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me You said that they said one thing, you said that I said something Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word
