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  • Them That's Not
  • Wax Paper
  • Don't Play
  • Timeless
  • One for the Griot
  • How Real It Is
  • Satisfied
  • Got What It Takes
  • Get the Third
  • The Best Part
  • Kick It to the Beat
  • Satisfied?
  • A Charmed Life
  • Intro
  • Vampire Hunter J
  • Like This Anna
  • MCee
  • All In Together Now
  • Interlude 1 (I'm A Rapper)
  • First Things First
  • Longevity
  • Nights Like This
  • Travelling Music
  • Yes!
  • Do That S#!%
  • Braggin Writes
  • Interlude 2 (For The Babies)
  • Stir of Echoes
  • Interlude 3 (Whatever)
  • Happy Belated
  • Epilogue
  • The 4th 3rd
  • True School Anthem
  • All of the Above
  • The Lyricist
  • Outside Looking
  • Braggin' Writes Revisited
  • R.A.G.E.
  • Hush the Crowd
  • Walkman Music
  • Play
  • Inside Looking Outro
  • 3 Out of 7
  • Car Trouble
  • Always Will Be
  • 9000 Miles
  • Skip Proof
  • Deal Widit
  • Yes
  • The Authentic

Bring it in

Once upon a time there was a brother named Castro (Castro)
Had a little problem with his cash flow (word, cash flow)
More than once upon a time he had a dream to clock mad dough (mad dough)
Only at the time it all seemed mad absurd (word)
Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead
Shined so bright he had to close both eyes
Said whoever hit 'em for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise (true)

Now, meanwhile, still short one pot to piss in
Not to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin' like who don't you want and where'd it come from
Sippin' on chicken wings, smackin' on stout
Stepped to his boy at the label of the month
Like "Yo, what's the haps kid, lemme get a deal"
Got a dope style, sounds just like so-and-so
What's is name, wrote it for me even more ill (word)

Make ya wanna holler like Marvin (uh)
Did I mention I'm starvin' and quite thirst
Meaning what, meaning that I'ma do whatever it take to make sure they play my shit first
On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show
So what's up black, yo, how that sound?
If you down then c'mon, let's go

Down to the studio right now, bring me that crate with the old hits
Make that beat with the right style (right style), so that crowd'll wanna go get (go get)
In that club with the DJ (DJ), he be on the radio all day (all day)
I get in cool with him even though he fake as a toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my image legit
Even though back in the day they told me I wasn't shit (you wasn't fresh)
I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit
And fuck that, I shrink my feet if the shoe don't fit

I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now 'cause I'm kickin' that popcorn
That blows up in a couple minutes
Expand the pockets 'til your girl's hand's all in it
I see your shorty starin' at me on the guest line
But these four backstage'll do me just fine
All five ask for my jam on the request line
So if you stress me, I could tell you through the grapevine
It's like this

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