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• Written by Anonymous
Out the gate, Kwall on the plate
Let me tell you something about fate
Do you have what it takes to make something great
Move fast, you'll be last at this rate
It takes time, but its well-timed
All I have is money on my mind
All I can say is mine mine mine
I'm going after my dreams
Projecting me on the stage hearing your screams
Behind me standing my team
Winning is the theme
Turning work into magic, we scheme
All is not what it seems
We are super human beings
Now you see it, now you don't
Now you want it, now you wont
Making calls on the phone
Quick steps to my throne
Im on
I can't be stopped
I'm high up, I wont be dropped
Can you feel that, I'm hot
I'm hitting all the right spots
Putting shame to all the snobs
With your lame ass jobs
Pushing papers, now and later
I'm the heavenly debater
I'm progressing, getting greater and greater
Don't be mad dont be a hater
My eyes on the road its get straighter
My eyes on the prize I slaughter
Shes learning from me, I taught her
Step me, actually dont even bother
I'm practially your God Father
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