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Allow me to reintroduce myself
[Verse 1: Pat G]
You've gotta remember me
The one and only Pat G
In other words your homie
Hit me when you feel lonely
This rap shit started solely
Know I am the only one
Tryna do it like it's never been done
And when this brand new record's spun
Rappers lay down like I've got a gun
My heart is the weapon, and it weighs a fucking ton
Searching for money because I don't make none
Still my momma's first son when this tape is done
Track one has begun, and I get it with no delay
Every thought that I relay
Will have it's day
If you hear what I say
Holla, show peace
Two fingers in the air ain't saying the least
Share the knowledge so we feast
Could you cut me another peace
On my grind until the day I'm deceased
When my music is released I feel so high that I must be faded
Said I'm wack then they debated
On if music should be graded
My history may be jaded but it was never evaded
You should hear what I stated
When lessons are related
My vision was created for the purpose of dope verses
Being in this game you can see why I'm subversive
Speak my raps like they're cursive
Might even come off coersive
With all this crazy shit I'm spitting there's so much under the surface
You fake rappers actually should be writing wordless
With how much y'all been clowning me you better join the circus
Allow me to reintroduce myself
[Verse 1: Pat G]
You've gotta remember me
The one and only Pat G
In other words your homie
Hit me when you feel lonely
This rap shit started solely
Know I am the only one
Tryna do it like it's never been done
And when this brand new record's spun
Rappers lay down like I've got a gun
My heart is the weapon, and it weighs a fucking ton
Searching for money because I don't make none
Still my momma's first son when this tape is done
Track one has begun, and I get it with no delay
Every thought that I relay
Will have it's day
If you hear what I say
Holla, show peace
Two fingers in the air ain't saying the least
Share the knowledge so we feast
Could you cut me another peace
On my grind until the day I'm deceased
When my music is released I feel so high that I must be faded
Said I'm wack then they debated
On if music should be graded
My history may be jaded but it was never evaded
You should hear what I stated
When lessons are related
My vision was created for the purpose of dope verses
Being in this game you can see why I'm subversive
Speak my raps like they're cursive
Might even come off coersive
With all this crazy shit I'm spitting there's so much under the surface
You fake rappers actually should be writing wordless
With how much y'all been clowning me you better join the circus
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