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Ha If we smoking on top 5s I'm coming in real quick Swooping in from the outside And I take their place in a brand new whip And without my knowledge I'd be mad as a b*t*h Every time that I drop get a brand new chip Moved in to a new crib ever since then Hit a brand new lick Commas after commas Writing these poems then counting my dollars Double life given I'm really a scholar How come when people first see me They think I'm a regular collar I keep it cool now I'm top with my honors Can't step to me I ain't sparring with jobbers Come to the south and I got me a goner Knocked out in the first You would think that my karma was calmer Got me? Taking casualties with me a suicide bomber Don't say sh*t, I'm really unphased Spent my time making sure that I'm proper I'm changing my methods got paid, out of debt And I'm laying your b*t*h she made bacon for breakfast Enraged she don't know I don't play She engaged but take sausage in Texas Amazed how I do it she paid for her flight You can take that hoe back I ain't paid for recruiting Knowing my race I was made for the nuking Ain't mad so be it like Vladimir Putin Started with nothing but then on the other hand I brought a 2-seater back Gimme a chance and I'll wash em like go to your faucet You ain't got no juice in the tap Easy to talk but I'm coming like Dirk in the finals And we'll see how you gon react Me on my own I got DJANGO with me All the others I know ain't got talent to back That's why I don't f**k with rappers now Most of em cappers and most of em act like a b*t*h Making the same sh*t I don't wanna listen to Please be creative you ain't with the sh*ts Stirring the pot but I ain't got no beef Cause they acting real bold but they threats ain't legit Pull up I got my boy Marcos he do it like Narcos We coming at you with the stick We got the stick, holding hostage ya b*t*h B*t*h call me Bowser, you Mario, Weegee I don't give a f**k cuz it's fire that I spit We headed right back to the crib cause we clicking I fitted a rubber and now I'mma swim Hoo Catching my breath, I was deep underwater Inside someone daughter, ya dig I am the son of God, blessed with the rod Blessed be the b*t*hes getting the pipe out D**k of they life now Some ain't feel for n***as now I'm they type now Never racist like the black girls and white mouths And all types of Asians Never tricking, never give out my paper I'm a writer b*t*h, I need that for later Edgar Allen Poe, I love me my liquor (huh) You should prolly stop My mama want me living longer than her Can't just go meet the maker I told her that I'm stressed out Pockets looking down, still I'm young, yeah Gotta figure this life out Dodging fights now, I ain't dumb (ha) Reckless, used to try sh*t to impress kids Now I just give it a rest, sh*t I spend my time getting leverage
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