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Okay, I'm reloaded

This the gift of death and I'm fully present with giveaways
You was trying to catch a lick (Uh-oh, you got expensive taste)
Be in debt with the riverbanks
Body trash
n***as addressing the champ in the loop
Well the belt come with the waist (waste)
Hard bars to figure out like a prison break
It's in your face
Looking pregnant with space, these b*t*hes late
For curfew you missed your plate, you getting spanked
This when you got to come outside to put n***as in their place
The loaded one
James Bond golden gun
Can't touch this MC, who go more hammer than Odin son?
You know this (notice)
But then again, they ain't recognize Oprah once
But your man going out like Clips couch when the sofa sunk if it's quantity or quality
Queen's dealer on a Hollis street
Gon tell me bout a doper run
I'm Chinatown Opium
You don't want this smoke cause
Lungs where the ash (Ash) is
You know I got the ball
They just don't put me in the cards with you Poké-
Mon a batty boi
The gift turned work horse that they got at troy's
I'm the keeper at the gate
Had to concentrate through the lobby noise
Cause you was loud with a fake toy
Play, bang
Point made-
That the truth don't get old but it's what you needs (knees) like joint pain
Hospital nurse view
Talkers got to reverse a verbal
Every last name get a walker. No, not Herschel
The earth, moon, and then the sun. That's the one-
That they deem eternal
I burn through-
Who they think bright, its daylight (Daylyt) who they gotta turn to
The science goes on inside us
Like me, you should take it personal
Cause these jeans don't come with socks on with the thermal
Popcorn on the kernel
Back like y'all was checking for DNA before them Ancestry.com commercials
Your fans gotta inner stand
Like wait, yeah, in the stands
Y'all want me to take a stand but then want me to take a Stan
This a love tap when them hubs cap, ain't your lady's van
Your favorite brand MCM hammer, mentally crazy man
Jay Blac, shake his hand
I'mma styles on these n***as
SP, go get your man
Damn
You doing Ham or doing me?
Looks just alike
(Why you mad? Cause you got it bad?)
Man I was nice before you met Polight (polite)
And the colors stuck
Read (Red) you covered the cover up
How you slip hanging out in the good parts?
Ay man, this buster's a bookmark
Smack on my phone to negotiate
I said "The only way you gon get me on the card if it say Happy Father's Day"
Come on, ay
n***as know what's up
Dog's a pup
B. Dot'll take a L every round
That's (L)ittle (L)oaded (L)ux (Lol)
You forgot cause of stardom?
I'm the heart of the problem?
Your upstairs club, where? The rooftop started in Harlem
I'm a proven vet
Mob ties the only dots we recognize (Um)
Start with Mook and Rex, I mean, with all due respect
Everybody got a name
That don't make it notable
But putting mine in your verses? That'll make em quotables
Why DNA was on the phone, you two sounding like home abuse?
Both of you

You really a living legend
Like right now
Like in the flesh, still out here going to war

Yeah man
That's the same way I feel
I just feel like, you know what I'm saying
He was around before me, but-
That legend sh*t, n***as say I'm a legend
But I'm outside, and I'm-

So I'm like, look at these n***as, emotional
I don't believe her
'Nother Westcoast dreamer who ain't woke but got a pinch
They even let you hold the tweezers
n***as can't-
Get to this extent so they go beneath us
You's a b*t*h!
Just had to be in the picture like Mona Lisa
You calling n***as broke
I'm like bro, in what arena?
Little Caesar, your type dough?
I wouldn't even want a piece of (pizza)
Your quote cheaper
Money, I got power
King you been slaving
Got you looking at the culture leaders like we overseers
For me to make a Chilla, better chill for I make chilli
I'm the only goat on this hill, Billy
Just a killer, I'm achilles
Really
Dot bout a period
Danny get Denny's
Rum I can't spare it (Spirit)
And JC? Pennies
Plenty
Say my name, must be cause I reign (Rain)
That they think I'm washed
Smear campaigns turn to stains, ain't no laundry carts
Got the nerve to say you top tier (What?)
Dummy if you on that record than you're not there (Facts)
Am I not clear? This sh*t is comedy
I'm weak, no this is God vs. Godfrey
Please, you buy weaves and couldn't get here (hair)
With Bosley
You ain't gon line nothing but a rhyme on a hot beat
Don't let it be your last days (Dej) for a loaf
n***a, try me
You meet these n***as, they be Mr. Rogers
With the bloggers
These tales from the Crip for dollars
Starting to think your punches come with time sheets
Geechi sloppy, think he stocky
Geeky probably
Underneath them raps like you beat a Homi
You act like you Geechi Ghandi
Son the only Nutty Block (nut he block) I know is you knocking at the door
Knowing damn well I'm in here trying to get some sleep with mommy
This a waste of my motherf**king time, n***a
Starting to cut into your- (My n***a, haha)
Denzel voice
The pen held roids
I'm up there
With the chemtrails join to inhale joy
This hellboy goes against elroy
Battles you jetpack for
Cause I put this war on my back and deltoids
I need no pat on his shirt
For all the babies he's burped
Just notice it's Harlem talking, like a Dave East verse
I opened the door for these n***as
This where pain meets work
No man is (manners) ready
I just had to lay these (ladies) first

Little n***a you still here?
You lost, n***a. You lost

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