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Neva Had Shit
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Zoot (Artist)
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Straight outta Tehran, never had sh*t All I wanted in this was a world bad b*t*h But you never catch me on that sad sh*t Now I’m on stage with the gang doin' magic Now wait a mother-f**kin' minute Lemme kill it, Imma spit it really wicked I can spit it so fast, f**k around and get a ticket No games, no gimmicks No acts, no mimics Doin this since five n***a, I been really with it Changin' the flow, now the game done changed Never had sh*t, so I gotta make change Poppin' out here like a new gun range Crazy with the gang, yea we know we deranged Sh*t, I'm lit like a mothеrf**kin' Bic Pu**y n***a I'm the sh*t They like thе way that I spit They know a n***a legit I'm givin' like fifty percent Etiquette, y'all been running like a deficit Y'all too soft, too delicate My pockets getting creditted Young GOAT's, if you didn't know Now it's definite KID Ralphin the game Yeah you know I'm wrecking it The game f**ked up, no one to salvage Even when I’m behind, got the advantage Yeah this life hard, but I manage We 'bout to blow up b*t*h, it's a package Money, big bag, I pick the cake up Murder the scene, don't leave no trace of We gone be here, can never erase us We been honorin' the greats, y'all just disgrace 'em You don't wanna see hundred n***as Knowin' how I'm comin' Imma kick em, Imma punch em Imma put em in a dungeon Football, lil n***as couldn't handle if I punted I done took a lot of L's, ain't gain nun' from it Barely getting started b*t*h, no time outs We been doin' this sh*t man, f**k clout Go against the waves, man f**k doubt You don’t come close b*t*h, f**k what you talking 'bout All hands on deck, no battle stations No cap when I rap like graduation Music my first love, no infatuation I'm the GOAT Now you know for your information B*t*h I said my n***a got the package He trapping in Calabasas Charging for a feature You pay the price, you can have it I come from a city where everybody be packin Ain't nobody do no snitchin' Cause nobody know what happened I be runnin' through your b*t*h like a track meet F**k her at your crib, GTA cheat sheet Said she vegetarian but I gave her the meat When I finish we don’t even change the bed sheet I do what I wanna You do what you can My clique full of hitters, boy what is you sayin We deep in the water, you play in the sand Do the wrong thing and you lay where you stand Say you got pills, I got pharmacist's Homies got trees like a botanist Run in your hood, take it all, I'm a colonist Magic with raps, I Full-metal the alchemist The boy done grew up, I said f**k the toys If I cry again it’s gone be in a Rolls Royce This life's a b*t*h, f**king her is a choice So I made her a blunt, I hit it with the boys Aye Lil Zoot Kid Big money way b*t*h Eleven twenty two Yeah We really in this sh*t man F**k all y'all wack a** mother f**kers
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