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Brains all over the floor I bet you know how the lower level think I'm from Chicago, I’m the coldest you will never see I live in the grindhouse and post where the shovels be All about the Benjamins, smoking with either I'm knowing about all of these rappers, I don't believe them Deleting the situation is a whole lot of my whole existence Focus with the older kids and make them into warriors The story goes on and on You rap n***as really bore me I could hold my own I got- I got n***as out here confusing me still Got powers that n***as want but never withheld I got n***as that’s putting me on bills so I could pay my bills Cosby show was the sh*t until I wasn't able to stay still Now I go global, I told you that was gonna be somebody Probably at the top floor choking on some Obama Now these n***as wanna name rappers I'm looking past the f**king list Soon as everybody else see the sh*t they're like “Who the f**k is this?” I change the date, I'll break your face I really hate the way you n***as rap this day and age Sh*t n***a My opinion ain't sh*t But I know at the end of the day this the sh*t I gotta deal with As far as this music goes Bro I ain't got no hands mother f**ker, I don't feel sh*t (Nothing) F**k All these mother f**kers out here doing it God damn I’m out of here, f**k it
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