Klitschko

Miracle lyrics even when the beat go dumb (dumb)

Got me thinking 'bout all my old songs

Old jawns, new flow

20-20 two tone

Hip-hop is good, and I'll take that to my tombstone

Still a wallace in the afterlife

Music lives on, never gone, no half-life

Imma drop in, like I'm in a half-pipe

Then I'm gonna skate on tracks until they act right

All up in your living room, who's that fucking ghost though?

No comparisons, but B.I.G was how I coped though

All my fuckin' hope shit, let me on this playlist

All of the above, no pigeons, no hate shit

Put me on the radio, let's just see what happens

When a rack of people turn up, and the president is clapping

I ain't talking assassins, I'm talking bout the passion

We got it entrothed, if you want in on any action

You can

Two 15s in the trunk (in the trunk)

7 grams all in the blunt (in the blunt)

1 dime piece in the back (in the back)

3 grown rappers when I smash

18s all on the whip, though

I keep them stock cuz I really don't trip, though

Yo, I swing it like klitschko

Rolling through your city and I bet your whole clique know

I'm right back in this bitch with a fucking attitude

Spit flames when I'm aggy like raditude

Nardwuar fame is a game I would rather do

Fuck questions, I don't talk platitudes

I can see the nitty gritty, 4 40s, I'm getting shitty

Big bad cheques ghost writing that diddy

Gimme that loot like B.I. g, just kidding

Who's kidding? I'm living, no dreams, big visions

Still a wallace in the afterlife

Still a wallace in the afterlife

Music lives on, never gone, no half-life

I hit that reset button

No games with the fame they covet

No lames in my lane stay buzzing

Stay running, stay hungry

My passion, I love it

Uh

So I stay all up on my business

Type away, never play about my business

So maybe stay up out my business

I put it in my music, it's never from a distance