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Honestly

Maker
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Old Navy loves hip-hop honestly Big money loves hip-hop honestly 'Cause it's Sprite, and it's ice And it's hype, and it's like Down the pipes to get a slice for drama queens Pardon me y'all, but I'ma be vomiting over yonder On the brand new sauna in your SUV limo If you squint real hard and take the angle in account It ain't you he's shouting about, it's just tinting on the window Hail King Midas and rides with gold handles Two crossover standing, flossing over dope samples The caged bird sings to get paid, made example And jails don't exist, ask a demon You can even ask the gasoline manufacturing critics Vivid magazine adverties "I hated Rambo" Big ups to fake drama male Osama DeVille For snake charming Armageddon, making martyrs and skrill Children are a magic carpet in a grand theft auto and thongs Thought it was yesterday, buck, but tomorrow is gone Put your Ritalin and put a pharmacist on SomaFalling doctor's script to calm of the storm Balling dollars to form, calling scholars to skill No knowledge in school if my father ain't welcome How you tolerate bull in your holiday pills? Modernism, to hide it all away 'til hell comes Ted Turner loves hip-hop honestly Russell Simmons loves hip-hop honestly 'Cause it's used and abused And it's skewed in its views But it's huge, so it's glue for common thieves Pepsi loves hip-hop honestly MTV loves hip-hop honestly 'Cause it's clothes, and it's hoes And it's frozen and gold So his soul's getting sold for bottom feed Somebody show little Lucy her loopholes Oops, we hold lumbo to fastenations Now she's badder than cake and bakes it for dough So we're handing out our applications We just stepped out, packed a smoke for two shakes Came back, found that class was waiting Had the doctor teaching rappers the law all wrong See, his song was more practice than patience Y'all martyrs for the flaws, retards for his choir Label it a cause and get paid to retire Nah, it's all good, say, worship flesh This knowledge of self ish sounds sorta selfish Knock on wood, see whose falling the best When Jesus comes, I'll show you what wealth is Everybody listen, I'm rich, I'm so, so rich So tell me how the fuck can we be equal? The joke's on, homes, we got his hole shut Why the fuck you stuck in that eye of the needle? Can evil eyes look upon the knowledge of God somehow And keep it sorted from these people? We always have, but the cash sorta smells like life That doesn't mean that we sing, though So if you love packing guns and need bags of funds Hip-hop loves you and your ego Ted Turner loves hip-hop honestly Russell Simmons loves hip-hop honestly 'Cause it's used and abused And it's skewed in its views But it's huge, so it's glue for common thieves Pepsi loves hip-hop honestly MTV loves hip-hop honestly 'Cause it's clothes, and it's hoes And it's frozen and gold So his soul's getting sold for bottom feed He's the one He likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I said he's the one He likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I said don't know what it means Don't know what it means Don't know what it means He's the one He likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't Ayy, I wanna do this last part over right here He's