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Uh, read over that paperwork, boy, don't let 'em use you
We just tryna keep this sh*t runnin' like Metamucil
Love is rich, talk is cheap, and the devil's frugal
I'm a mix between old Jigga and Fela Kuti
Yeah, how you hatin' on me? Yeah, you never knew me
Matter fact, you stole my style, I need restitution
Uh, n***as can't see me but they all my pupils
Bad b*t*h get dolled up, you know her vibe is voodoo
Got some dreadheaded shooters who look just like Matulu
Out here rhymin' like I lost my noodle, I'm just movin', yeah
Married to money but never tied down
My hustle go from corner to corner like wide smiles
Claim you've seen it all, you gon' die with your eyes wide
No sob stories unless they come with Mehki vibes
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Blowin' purple, gettin' bread, hollerin' out, "Communion"
Code name for murder, Wendy Williams gotta do 'em
Think your sh*t is sweet, we pop up on you, how you doin'?
Damn, I'm the illest
Better than who you thought that was hidin'
Everybody want the smoke 'til the coffins get dropped
Everybody wanna be king, you look awkward, just stop
They on they high horse, that mean they lose they voice at the top
Uh, everything the young n***a write is Medellín
Your arms too short to box with the Elohim
They've seen the whole story before, but play the scene
I'm a baller, dropped the books, told Mama I made the team
Young fly n***a, c'est la vie, ain't I flee
You can have her, boy, she ain't my piece
Buy the bag, you zip a n***a like the A.I., threes
How you do it? I just fill a pool with A-Rod, squeeze
All that gossip in your convo, yeah, I'm done with that n***a sh*t
Youngin' from the dirty, only right that I'm filthy rich
Flow stupid, n***as sellin' trash, but this is it
I'm goin' big dummy, yeah, I'm comin', Elizabeth
Call out any rapper, any name, I'm assassinatin'
All my n***as used to movin' weight, no procrastinatin'
Think it's funny when these other rappers be rapper chasin'
Funny how far the n***a styles in this b*st*rd nation
Listen, I'm a one-of-one n***a
Take ten of them to make one of me, my n***a
Young b*t*hes want me like the WiFi pick up
I'm ridin' 'round, yeah, I got the whole town lit
Lookin' like a dope dealer
Have no makings of man, I came in here with God
A n***a play with my chicken and watch your finger lick off
I'm a slim Biggie Smalls, get paid like I play ball
Ridin' with my French b*t*h, but I still boned yours
These n***as frontin', boy, I'm somethin' that you ain't see before
A certain je ne sais quoi, my brown skin is so flaw
Don't trust no government, they even get you yellow taped off
I got that touch, I'm Ray Charles, say everything with my heart
Yeah, if I said it, I meant it, I stay away if it's trendy
I'm undefeated, meanin' my legacy is cemented
I'm a trill ass n***a, I'm a country ass n***a
Lies cry, truths giggle, I'm feelin' like the new Jigga
I get the dough like, "Who is it?", the youngest of a few siblings
I deserve my due diligence, so it's war on you n***as, for real

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