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Aftermath Lyrics

Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a firewall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran s*** why it wont show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say imma suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for Primetime
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive c**e heads and go line for line
Honestly that c*** is yours, you should raffle off
With me they getting genius bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared its only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
These f*****s talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but wont try to f*** her
No pencil thin b******, me that aint the style he dates
My s*** on her bed and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the new comers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell inspiring artist "think beyond greater"
I know some n***** with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I'lll end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
at the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when there's doubt shown
Ill teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where im from n***** would fear getting shrunk by shooters
But my equals to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but every words like it's a hallow
My n***** off parole I'll give them something pure to follow
Cuz he aint have a pot to p*** in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quota, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
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