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This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I at
Where bitches love The Game Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where wrist at?
I can you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a slick back
No in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles the crack
I was on the bus with it
Had 12 to my chest in the field with the colt
Andrew Luck it
We had the rock, hit the like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the with it
Sigel would've it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Crakk
Game was on the in his beanie with a Mac
I'm you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with
Let me you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb,
Listen, you beef I'll cater
snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al
Give me Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting
16 on back like you fucking Jeff Goff
man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea
Shout 'em out I do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, the Henny cupped up
get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em a cactus
Told that bitch to the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The is A.I
intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my
Used to flip pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, no relation to Swaggy
that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas
Game raw as fuck like holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the in all of my 16s
Now I 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your out his highchair
Your was a bitch, I had to do it
I need no ski mask to do it
Murder is and I'm attracted to it
a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach music
Your head is like Mustard beat and put the ratchet to it
And scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a track into it
Another classic the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the all I did was put the matches to it
Known for putting cheese on heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to
Every situation in rap, I've been a through it
And all these getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a one day, if the Cavs can do it
Who you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another car driven by a convict
Aventador black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State bitch
No can see me, on or off TV
Gun by Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, and Cornrow Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out
I got a from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she even know Meek
And ever since that snitched on me we just don't speak
See that you got with Drake is like a slow leak
be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen
You better have Ross me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter this nigga's
This shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who and who Crip
With guns big enough to a fucking cruise ship
Fuck and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no shit
Nigga, you know that snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this stick
So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with
We know where you live, nigga, you better move
And thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with