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Oh Yeah Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

Suckas can't survive without philosophyin' 

When somebody dies you see why I'm not surprised 

Had a plot to rise since I looked into the doctors eyes 

Since I started drinking milk through was homogenized 

I was strived with or without a pops to provide 

Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lie 

I try to teach her to fight her fear 

I try to teach her to wipe her tear 

Don't worry, shit gon' be a'ight this year 

I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name 

Better off popping my brain than poppin' my chain 

I claim king without dropping a thing 

When they ask if I'm best I reminisce of the bing and think 

The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical 

Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical 

Now he feel he unkillable, shit is all amazing 

The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion 

I try to make my life to focal through rhyme 

These niggas do vocal booth crime 

I shot niggas multiple times, you sold a few dimes 

But when you rapping, you the crack king 

I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing 

I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it 

I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit 

All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail 

They don't make records to sell 

The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical 

Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical 

Now he feel he unkillable 

The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion 

I try to make my life to focal through rhyme 

These niggas do vocal booth crime 

I shot niggas multiple times 

But when you rapping, you the crack king 

I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing 

I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it 

I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit 

All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail 

They don't make records to sell 

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