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Yeah, yeah. One, two, uh. Guilty Simpson. Peace to my mans Kong the Artist. Artist. Making moves out here. Staying connected with the people we're respected. Hey, uh. They lowered the standards, and wonder why we were Going bananas. Little kids running 'round like they Tony Montana, Scarface, in a car chase. Throwing weapons out the window like, "Fuck the Big Mac," like Rob Base. Or the broad's place, getting doll-faced. Looking for the ballers, crooks, and alcoholics with The Dom cases at the table. And now the game is oversaturated. They fashion-based with they fascinations, And try to character assassination with fabrication. They claim to keep it real, but we see The deal. Them pair lies you told ain't what The people feel. Give 'em a seat with wheels. They love to take, so I'm keeping steel. They get pissed when you find bliss. Stay in the present for what time gifts. Chasing that dumb cheese, remember it's no honor Amongst thieves. Robbed by those you used to rob With. When I look up in the sky, I can See the world is mine. I can see the world is mine. Elevated. You can smell the fragrance every time that we Get high. Every time that we get high. Never scared. Put my name in there, I'm gon' reply. I won't stop 'til it's only you and I. Suited up, look at my you and I. Someone I considered as my homie lied on me. Playing with my name, it'll never be the same. Threatened by the truth, I wonder what's your aim. I do it for my legacy, You do it for the fame. Groupied out, I saw it for myself, It was embarrassing. Running with them, that got you arrogant. Never took accountability. The way you're playing with your life is killing Me. Your neck's on the line for guillotines. Real or dream, it's hard to separate the two. When you see a friend of yours acting Unprofessional. Lying like the shit's protecting You. Your game's kinda predictable. Bending the truth's your special move. You got a side of you I never knew. Everybody matured, yet you never grew. The way you're moving is not acceptable. It's terrible. Now you've become unbearable. Damn. When I look up in the sky, I can See the world is mine. I can see the world is mine. Elevated. You can smell the fragrance every time That we get high. Every time that we get High. Never scared. Put my name in there, I'm gon' reply. I won't stop 'til it's only you and I. Suited up, look at my you and I.
Guilty Simpson, Kong The Artisan — U-N-I
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