Tommy Black - 95% lyrics

As I roll up this dollar bill I torch it to say everything burns for real d**h to cray and popped collars Prelude to a f**in monster People lookin at me like I have a f**in problem So late, but I re-iterate d**h to yolo and swag Now a days you's the outkast for callin people f*gs Grippin a lucy, holdin on loosely I guess beggars can be choosey No need to introduce me Sean Lugo or SDL, I don't give a f**, call me what you will Just a master of my own destiny with both hands on the wheel Rap game all a** backwards Nothin real just give em toe tappers, Now Hand me my 95% medallion Most of us took more hits than the Itallion Stallion Not even a rapper, just a guy that needs to vent Invent new ways to flow Turned the f** up to 100% And I ain't sh** Just a buncha molecules and fragments Not your typical back packer Heres a present I wrapped after Just a fat kid who turned to a dope rapper Ab and Kendrick gave light to illuminate the ill At the end of the day, were all just tryin to get a meal The turmoil of a Gemini, the struggle is real Goin in for the steal Goin John Stockton or Rickey Henderson sh**, I might just get that interception Incept Sean (Inception) Getting that higher learning like Malik Rhymin like a two headed freak Oh it's fresh meat, I repent em on the beat Stand up when they come against you Don't be afraid to reach for that tissue It's OK to cry, but they say no pity in the Rose City Just roses for the caskets The murder won't stop till we burn it down to ashes Wish I could go back to the days of winning wrestling matches Life was so simple then just tryin to earn some patches Now we just a bunch of mad dogs that gone rabid Damn! 2004 to now gotta be the longest decade ever So many ups and downs through this f**in desert Feelin like the Wrestler with no cheddar Now what is the Question? Will you sell your soul or no? Is she really gonna go with Lugo? Is h*mos**uality really that serious bro? Is the World really gonna keep being this cold? Through the spirit of radio I'm rushin through the galaxy High power to the 3rd degree Used to pray that Jesus would rapture me Now christians be upgradin their salary Cannot stop the battery Crushing all deceivers Mashing non-believers I spread my wings like an eagle Call me the bird that flew from the cuckoo's nest And I pray that the Lord will give you rest On the road to beer n tits, call it Lugo's Quest Drinkin problems in my blood, and I stopped smoking sess Half Indian and Irish, no wonder why my life's misunderstood From the 503, but I rep the Lakers like I'm from the Wood Don't judge me by my color, understood Change is hard for all of us Adapt or die, that's just the way of progress Addin more sh** to the show But I'm glad you paid respect Hope my words reach from the rejects to the president elect Mothaf**a... It's Our World