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While you chasing the cake for the candy C Keys Don't want to be a rapper Thinking shit is sweet on a sixteen That is not what I'm after Stab you in the back Then come back to dap you Don't want to know the man but demand dough Hand full of bands of ban dough to hand your ass to the enemy For the cash flow Hate behind your back to be commando Thinking back to childhood a tadpole when I Didn't stand my ground just like a flag pole And a friend to claim will be an asshole When you let them know accuse you of attacking knowing good and well Very intent to jack you Then want to act like a pastor Getting tired of games just like hasbro Everybody now a days is wearing a mask yo I soaked the game up from ogees Ogees with olde e he told me Some of the closest be phony Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing Hey Some will Make up a make believe beef So the word on the street is we're no longer homies All cause I'm an emcee But that is back seat To being C Keys That is somehow To you annoying Way I freestyle You say is boring Minute I'm touring Ya all up on me Like where's the money You got to show me It's so bologna I'm in a lane of all mine And this little light of mine is going shine Bigger than a rhyme I perform in lime light Father of four and a beautiful wife Work a nine to five and a beautiful life And I got a fetish for the love of mankind Joy for the strength bringing sight to the blind In a world full of hate its about damn time I soaked the game up from ogees Ogee with olde e he told me Some of the closest be phony Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing They hate with no piece the whole thing Will hate the most and be low key Thats when the chills came upon me Realize that they don't really know me Some go Rambo Oh for the one the bando Burn a bridge turn around run out of ammo Treating your life like it's Procter and Gamble Humpty to dump your egg a get scrambled Pilot the stove Snitch on your folk Talking all bad It's too hot to handle Kicking up sand Since we were in sandals Now you judge What happen to love Shoulder shrug Dropping the gavel Casting a stone Mouth full of gravel Mixing your words And talking of scrabble In my face you Grey Poupon Meanwhile the crutch to hold you up In a scrap match back to back a be your vertebrae But I had to turn away Enough is enough Middle finger to the critics who criticize with the gimmicks I soaked the game up from ogees Ogee with olde e he told me Some of the closest be phony Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing They hate with no piece the whole thing Will hate the most and be low key Thats when the chills came upon me Realize that they don't really know me I soaked the game up from ogees Ogee with olde e he told me Some of the closest be phony Dressed up a wolf in sheep's clothing They hate with no piece the whole thing Will hate the most and be low key Thats when the chills came upon me Realize that they don't really know me