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You know what I mean?
Like I told the nigga, I'm like "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha"
And I don't know what you talking 'bout
You know how I get down, baby
Don't be tryna talk crazy over here

I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, "Fuck it" like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy and always been it, dawg
Most of the game are rookies
You know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me
The sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lado (Word)
My motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo

I got an energy problem
No, I got an enemy problem
No, I got a Hennessy problem
Paranoia's gettin' me probably
Opposite of kamikaze
Papi, your shit never droppin', stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy
But her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang
Body rotten, Gucci sweats for casket shopping
I possess the acid drop but never rain
I'm designed to rhyme, [?] is what I'm inclined to do
I'm sorry [?], your highness, don't need no [?]
This is highly ignitable
Riot inside, frying my mind
Body with chemicals, why?
Try us all in your mind
When I slide, [?] just roll the dice
Take your life for likes, some trife, I'm quite nice
Precise with knife, slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe
Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside
Nobody gets out alive
Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride
If I Ghost Rider, just meets no Hell
No rider, no 'siah
Pussy boy, he fire
Flatbush, Eastside

Yeah
Thirty this jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the noble
Repeatedly hitting your whip until it's been totaled
Please lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober
My omens have only told me to focus on every quote and expose
Every single soul, with the motives of takin' over this globe
Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros
I'm bowling with pins of woes
More than convinced I'm old
Wisdom infinite fall
My window is tinted, closed
These niggas is gimmicks, so
I hit 'em like critic, bro
I'm driven to pay the toll
You niggas is paper, plus
You fuckin' with angel dust (Woo)
We can't be fucked with
There's nothing, the niggas no discussion, I crushed 'em
Sweet as custard
Apply the pressure, the master of the dojo
Closure when the Yankees play the closers (Uh-uh)
Can't you see me, 3D, that's rememory
Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

Y'all learned a new word today, nigga:
"Triskaidekaphobia"
Extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
That's why a nigga don't be have thirteenth floor on the- but anyways
Most project buildings don't get past the thirteenth floor anyway
So it don't really matter
What's poppin' blood? You good, you good?
You quit the thirteenth floor for me
Ay yo, thirteenth floor
Alright, eleven floor

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