Blu wrote:I woke up, and it felt, like a regular day
Too much drama dealt, hopped out in the regular way
All white apparel, last week I got 'em bleached
Blood stains the coat, saw the way Johnny reached
For his burner, shot up, left with no brains
Secret letter left in a pocket, no names
Rollin' with a new credential, lookin' real presidential
Show these sucka's my true potential, every move is confidential
No more white suits, it's black now or die, power is influential
Money is the key, you either sell crack now or fry, every hour is essential
Not rolling with the Lamborghini, it's more like a Royce
Opened a lamp, but I am this genie, crossin' me is a choice
You wanna end up in a body bag, you better recognize your voice
I embody bad, like I said, check your eyes, but for now, we'll rejoice
Didn't write to a beat this time, got the idea of making a concept track.
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