Oprah (feat. Leikeli47)

Eric I'm a master (Master) Y'all should give me honorary masters (Masters) Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters) The new slave talkin' like he got a master (Woop, woop) Screamin', "Free Thought" (Free thought) All the greatest legends behind bars, They really talk (They really talk) Everything I say is everything I really walk Got it for the free though if it Wasn't what I really bought (I really bought) Yeah (Yeah), pigeon pose (Pigeon pose) Only way we ever, ever comin' toe to toe (Toe to toe) My Ivory Coast copper blood got me drippin' gold (Drippin' gold) Yeah, I got the juice, woo, see I'm drippin' Dole (Drippin' Dole) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Give the homeless homies money, so they eat well (Yeah) Went and copped an Audi, gotta go and get it detailed Drive don't depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah) Still talkin' that shit in this mother like we Ezell Hold up, mothership flow, bring the funk back (Funk back) This for my young heads, my real ones and ol' blacks (My ol' blacks) This for my nasty niggas askin' where the hoes at? (Where the hoes?) This gon' be the break, we stop and make 'em do the soul clap Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Hey Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo' mama I like the checks with the commas on commas I want the checks with the commas on commas It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo' mama I like the checks with the commas on commas I want the checks with the commas on commas I need them dollars, run me my half or I put a hole in yo' wallet Cold case, on my waist you don't want these problems Bank called say they runnin' out of commas That's on my momma I'm steady mobbin' Posted up til' I reach my profit margin Cash money And I ain't runnin' into thousands Hustle up, don't you hear my stomach growling Bitch I'm 'bout it, I'm hungry So I need them ten of greens spillin' off my plate Cash on delivery, bitch I raise the stakes You will hate, what I fuckin' make Just to pop out and I don't even show my face, oh yeah To count it all, gon' take 'bout a minute Don't claim the gang ho', if you know you not with it Marijuana sinnin' Windows tinted, keep it low Cuz you know these niggas can't wait to print it, oh yeah It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo' mama I like the checks with the commas on commas I want the checks with the commas on commas It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo' mama I like the checks with the commas on commas I want the checks with the commas on commas Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circu', uh) They said we wouldn't have shit Wouldn't last if it was up to white Jesus Niggas started to believe us Started birthin' and bleeding it Oh, the lies y'all sold us Oh, this poor love of ours This gospel we sing This little shine of mine I'm gonna let it eat me up I'm gonna let it kill me Gonna' let it fuck me up, til' I'm leaning Til' I'm pheenin' Till I'm feeling better wow I kinda feel better now Cuz I got it now For me, for him, for her For my Grandmama who had to pick cotton And my Grand-daddy who got lashed at then laughed at Who you turned your back on Who you took your turn on for [?] I'm sorry, I'm kinda violent now Fuckin' tired now Don't mean to disturb your peace Just needed a little piece of what you got when I helped you out from [?] Y'all got me hot now I'm not asking for a permission Came back to see what's good now Niggas buying dreams by the pound Only real niggas sellin', only real niggas feel your fear It's nice I frighten you It's nice I've inspired you To look, to think, to act like me Little 'ol me Little 'ol me, came back to say We made it

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