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Yeah, I'm a put em in the back Put em in a Glad wrap trash when they rap Garbage ass flow and it's rhythm that they lack Yeah I talk a lot of s*** but I get a lot of scratch Tryna get a ticket to be playin with the pros Spit it with precision kickin knowledge to my foes And my fans too, stay alert, always on my toes Got ya girl number and she always call me when she lonely Why she lonely? What you doin wrong? Hummin to my songs while she rubbin on my knob So graphic, Tactics stayin on my job While you slippin off track like you runnin on a log Catch me goin on a jog, thinkin of new s*** Got a new age flow and I'm flu like sick Call it cliche, I don't really give a fuck Like I'm celibate, also cliche but so what? You ain't doin this, later hater why you tryna ruin this So stupid, nothin good full of foolishness Tellin em to cool it, please leave it alone Hopin all of y'all hear me like we on a speakerphone I could go all day I could go all night And me no play I'm the bout to ball type Alright do ya get it now? If not I gotta sit ya down Spit it in ya ear til it's clear what ya facin now Redirect ya hater vapors we don't need em here Somethin like the boogieman feedin on ya fears Disappear, re-appear but stayin on ya conscious Like Magic, Pucker Up then get up off us Lil wimp, you should take a hint Always sayin that ya next but nobody'll play ya s*** I'm a top draft pick, a step above most From that 360 steady reppin for the coast I am pro fresh, professional as an emcee No less than the best when you get me All up on a track, get the beat a body bag I'm sure it's gonna need it by the time I finish with my rap No Limits like we Master P I got a coffin for the comp if they clash with me This is lyrical murda and that is my word Got a big mouth speakin words so absurd No fatality, ain't no way to finish me Swag through the roof and my style on infinite Slow to catch on but you'll be gettin it eventually Love to the friends of me and hate to all my enemies Let em know, we bout to kick the doors in Pedal to the medal on my life we gon floor them Pay em no mind, no shine we ignore them Tantalizin flow, more fans I'm a lure in Purely, sincerely, you ain't even near me Ya crew full of bitches like a cheer team, hear me Signin off Dear T, us you can't touch Bout to up ya rush when I pass the mic to Hush Picture me rollin with no 500 Benz By myself too I don't see the need to be friends They had me under surveillance and all the homies was tellin I put in work, short time but them n*** was jealous I do me, only me if it's a problem then scream Shootin Stars all day man I ride for the team Got a click for the clack cuz my feelins is mean Got a Tic for ya Tac if you feel what I mean? Yeah far from a thug but I'm miles from frail Fuck a Lamborghini door, I open up sails 20 in my pocket, 50, 000 for the bail Drop a hammer on the head to the coffin go the nail Parasail, in the sky lookin very pale I pray too hard to get ya lil ass up outta jail Now you floatin and it sound like a whale Money come and go but you weigh it by the scales Bright lights flashin they flashin on ya tail Check comin late but the bills are in the mail They don't wanna see you rich they just wanna see you fail Even fam only lookin out for themselves Record labels sell you dreams then throw you on a shelf 2012 got a n*** workin like a elf Yeah, I got these presents for myself Time ain't of the essence cuz I'm aging very well I tell it on a song, you just hear it and you tell But I'm lovin the attention how my name ring bells Shells, yeah I don't bang clips Bang bang, I just rain clips And I don't got Milton on my wrist I don't ball hard and I don't got whips And I don't back down but I do talk s*** Man I'm grown man sailin over Stephanie's Abyss My homegirl drown baby know that you'll be missed Yeah divin in the ghetto cuz this s*** is useless You thinkin bout the past got me ruthless I chew the beat til a n*** all toothless Earthquake, how a n*** just move s*** Real goon too n*** I don't gotta prove s*** I struggle hard while you n***z barely do s*** Charlie St Cloud, Sailboat Music B*** Wolf Magic Yeah, Shootin Stars Tactics HushHush Quiet Money Get em
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