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I be like backing up backin' the dough
They look for the cops and they packin' the dope
I am not average, that is for sure (Yeah)
I just want you to feel like you relate
My call and my motto are both out of your state
Puppeteer playing the strings, symphony
I break you down over time, [?]
Enemies envy me, critics, they said to me
Still, I'm the centerpiece, keep it one hundred
I'm on my centipede, rappers are change
I'm on a mission, I'll buy you out like I'm flippin' your businеss
[?] your kitchen [?] live it
See thesе heights, neon lights
Green on flight, shoot me on sight
Otherwise, you gon' regret it, I promise
You wanna be holy, I'll make you my homage (Yeah)
Me and these rappers got nothing in common
They do it for commas and zeroes and fees
I do it for honor, for zeroes like me
You do it for cheese, I do it for trees
Put you in the dirt, but I want the seeds
Heatin' up like global warming, [?] in your ozone, issue warning
Burn like the Amazon, you are in my forest
I transition you lame ducks, I am real, but they fake f*cks (Yeah)
Hentai, but they dates sucks (Ooh)
Nice guy, not I
Got a wild lens with a wide eye and a wide aim, why would I lie? (Why?)
Show me the heart, I go cardiac, I go Super Saiyan, I am the god
Like Holy Mary Mother of God
Think I have flaws? This shit's a trap
Once you step in, there ain't no comin' back
Like you on this road, but you forgot the map
Your tire's blown, there's no turnin' back
They turn to me and I burn the track
Turn on the beat and I burn a match
Leave no witnesses and that's a fact
Put me on display like a best buy
You don't need a wedding, I'm the best guy
I mean best man, I mean goddamn, I mean Uncle Sam
I got a plan, I spread the love and I spread the buzz
I'm top five like the best deal, I raise the bar, been [?] brah

Mumble, mumble, mumble, yeah
I'm a gunner with that smoke (Smoke)
You don't want it, this I know (Know)
You just go do what you're told (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
You can't stop momentum (Nah-nah)
You can't stop momentum (Nah-nah)
You can't stop momentum (Uh-uh)
You don't really want that venom (Ooh)

No more rodents, no more roaches, no more fakes, no, no more poaches
Creatin' beef just for the gain, start a little bit of drama 'cause you want the name
Take advantage of the culture 'cause you want to get paid
But you don't want the shade, you don't want the dark
You exploit the pain and you just call it art
But really, you don't want that (Pum-pum-pum-pum)
Pedals to the metal when I pull 'em with the chrome
Like a bullet to your dome, make you think about
Runnin' with these thoughts, what you thinkin' 'bout?
Earnin' what you bought
But really you just [?], you burnin' through the art
I'm a masterpiece, but you lack the piece
You don't rap at [?], but you don't rap with me
Get up on the track, you can count the meters
And if you doubt my meaning, go around the secrets
Run it down, I mean it (Yeah)
Every single line, every rhyme, every word
Stress every line, every bar, press play then delivered on time
I don't need a cosign, put the bleach in my mind
Put the Nas when I write, that's suicide
There's a little part of that gets crucified
So cross it off and [?]
Resurrect your flow, call [?] go

I heard they don't like my shit
They swing when I write these hits
But all they do is miss, mmm, all they do is whiff, man
They never call my [pic?], struck me down before I lift
But they can catch my hook when I swing into they ribs

Think you're ahead, you're Ichabod Crane
Claim you got job, but you picked the wrong lane
But you quick to call names
Man, I'm sick of y'alls game
Better quit the ball playin', free follow my wave
Sick when I spit with it, but [?] hit it
Lay you down, now you all in my aim, blah

Mumble, mumble, mumble, yeah
I'm a gunner with that smoke (Smoke)
You don't want it, this I know (Know)
You just go do what you're told (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
You can't stop momentum (Nah-nah)
You can't stop momentum (Nah-nah)
You can't stop momentum (Uh-uh)
You don't really want that venom (Ooh)

Damn, Jimmy
All they wanted was to have a turn on the swing
You didn't have to go and do 'em like that
That's just lame

Hahaha
Nasty Knox
It's open season on all y'all
Get ready

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