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There’s too many tracks about turning up Too many tracks about pouring up There’s too many tracks about shoes and cars Too many tracks about shooting up Ya’ll should take a seat, while they folding up Vomit words vertically, guess they throwing up Not trying to burn shit down, but hold your lighters up Hov’s holy grail’s just a golden cup Listen to my Big Bang theory, call me Raj Stop spitting about ass and Nicki Minaj Rap’s an art, like a painting countryside bucolic Don’t talk shit, unless you’re painting jackson pollock Focus on the meaning, don’t focus on the aesthetic And it’ll fall into place like it's copacetic Get money off your mind and mind off your money You’ll be swimming in sweet gold, your bars of honey *Chorus* Ooooh Honey x2 *Chorus* High rollers rapping about how it’s all the same It’s a byproduct of the wealth and fame Hypocritical to criticize the game When only money, weed and sex is on your brain What happened to that coming up from nothing music What happened to that diamonds in africa music What happened to that sweatshirt and jeans looking music What happened to that straight on the streets music Oh Honey, can I do this, Do this Fame and poetry so elusive, lusive Autopsy is inconclusive, lusive Who killed rap, who tied the nooses I’ll be the one to shock it back to life Reciting poetry like I’m serenading my wife Medicate music like Dre, a professional talker Guess my Parents always wanted me to be a doctor *Chorus* Thank You for listening