1994's Finest

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Growing up my daddy played Bone Thugs Dipset
Jay-Z and Pac
I bet he never would've thought his son would fall in love with hip hop
I'm like a piss stop
When I get out, everybody else getting out
No GPS, I took a different route
This from the heart even though I'm spitting from the mouth
From the phone I wrote my songs
Now I write 'em out on paper even though it take me long
I'm like, more of a writer, hate to do it off the dome
I might experiment but know this, hip hop is home
To hip hop, this is a thank you
Nas, this is a thank you
Eminem, Pac, and Jay
Andre 3000, thank you
Kendrick, Meek Mill, and Cole
Biggie, Big L, thank you
Y'all turned me to the lyricist I am, for that, I thank you
From quality to quantity
Comedy and honesty
Technicality, conceptually, produced discographies
It just inspired me to dig a lil' deeper
If I slaved at the expense of my life, would it be cheaper?
Would the road start to get easier?
Success make me greedier?
Take a break from social media?
Been feeling like I needed one
I'm getting jealous
I'm getting doubts
I'm getting better
Ain't getting clout
Fuck it, I'm out
That's how I feel
To keep it real, it ain't 'bout a deal
All I want is to just be respected for my skill, but yo
I need to chill
I feel too much entitlement
Ironically entanglement should've been what I titled it

Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop

One time for The Big Picture
One time for all the classics
One time for The Blueprint
One time for Illmatic
One time for Aquemini
One time for Ready to Die
One time for Me Against the World, To Pimp a Butterfly
One time for The Big Picture
One time for all the classics
One time for The Blueprint
One time for Illmatic
One time for Aquemini
One time for Ready to Die
One time for Me Against the World, To Pimp a Butterfly



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Writer(s): Marcus Fleming
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