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CyHi The Prynce

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    The underdog (Cyhi)
    Yeah, let me say this before the song start
    Don't ever let nobody tell you how to draw your own art
    Follow your own heart
    Cause they don't put no poetry or no grocery in ya buggy
    Tell em you push your own cart
    Niggas say they a dog, but when it's time to fight
    Niggas wouldn't pick up a paw let alone bark
    Almost at a stone smart
    So I read niggas like poems in the form of a lame till the chrome spark
    They won't learn until they neck and they dome part
    From a tone dart how these yellow stones part
    If I ever made a million man I'd have my own march
    Hit the club and make it rain like I own harp
    Drinking spades at the top of the trump towers
    No baby mama only seeds I got is sunflowers
    Take a shower for like one hour
    They trailbalzin, come up forward power like juwan howard
    Bring pain to you dumb cowards
    No coke, my killas addicted to gun powder
    Niggas die off of one glower
    They girls spoil me though, so I can see how they become sour
    Can you believe they tried to put me in the slow class?
    But I'm so fast getting this show cash
    Mr. [?] and walked the hallways with no pass
    Brought my literature down to a science plus I know math

    So can you give me a chance to explain
    Why I got this much game
    Why I say I never change
    For the hoes the money or the fame
    So can you give me a chance to explain
    Why I came the way I came
    Why I think this whole industry is lame
    And why every song I write is filled with pain

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    So here's my testimony I lost the best of homies
    The only girl I'd ever thought had loved me left me lonely
    But everything come with bread except bologna
    Now everybody want a slice of my cheese, no pepperoni
    I wish you never known me y'all niggas forever phony
    Ain't nothing but a joke so I let em join me
    They'd rather hate then give me props
    The industry is like a revolver you ain't got that many shots
    So shot for the moon
    Or keep a pistol in your fruit of the loom
    Give you the scoop from a spoon
    I didn't up and call myself prince bitch I was groomed
    Then we zoomed from the coupe to the room
    Then watch a butterfly bloom in my cocoon
    Laying in the dooms left her with a zilla goons
    Then resume with my baboons selling prune to ya bafoons
    I'm not a coon bada bing bada boom
    I'm on the green not a bean not a shroom
    My day will come soon
    Let my reign at the top be longer than monsoons

    So could you give me a chance to explain
    Sir Charles, Master young

    Allow me to clarify why my music will never die
    Cause I'm seasoned like a checkers fry
    Black panther pride
    You niggas Julius Peppers Chi
    Scared to say how you feel so you'd rather lie
    You got to tell the truth when you testify
    I do this for the dude that you left deprived
    Don't jeopardize your life tryna get a better ride
    Let that cheddar slide plus the streets is desert dry
    Don't measure my success by the records I
    Sell But by the people that I met when I was doin shows
    I stand alone like the letter I
    Live in the sky I am feather fly
    Bubba kush got me double decker high
    Virtually insane I am Jamiroquai
    So recognize you couldn't see me with the naked eye
    Split personality like Jekyll Hyde
    Greg street bought me this iced out bezzled watch
    Smoking barney while me and my rebels ride
    So in my pants is the thang for a reason
    If you give me a chance to explain

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