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Fuck the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot Soak me up like a mop, Know I'm up, there's levels Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow I came up out of the tomb, drop a L Uh, you want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell To excel, this never fails, always excels They been swallowing since the double XL Sex cell, ex ask why it never out I I exercise too much when I work out Shows too turnt out home burnt out Now I got to hear all the that you heard 'bout Can I live? What, these niggas me off a bridge? If I say it's turnt down, do I burn shit? Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't it If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get it And that's point period, know some niggas that fear it niggas who know that we the illest Lines so deep a great shark is I reel up Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my camp gorillas, nigga
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I stand to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know See these foes bitin' the flows, they jooks the pose I my CD really shaking the coast Cause really be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothing defeats the beast, I my piece Know niggas in the streets that heat for me, release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between spleen or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean? Shit like taking candy from the babies All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and They too sweet, plus they their Mercedes be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite My flow nigga, I got my wave up It's either get your tidal waved, or you be my neighbor if I can't eat, then you can't either I need to know, need the dough fuck I'm spittin' ether for?
nigga Reigning rap supreme in bitch Cause lie niggas lie numbers, too Cause bitches lie lie numbers, too lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie lie numbers, too What the fuck you gon' do when the Era for you?
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And I'm from the where they sell Cell blocks rock my See them fake thugs that you see before even spell My flows filled with words you pronounce, stories you can't tell
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