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jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot Soak me up a mop, Know I'm up, know there's levels Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the Pulling like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow I came up out of the tomb, drop a L Uh, you don't want to see the evils, I dwell in hell To excel, this shit fails, always excels They swallowing since before the double XL Sex cell, ex ask why it work out I guess I too much when I work out Shows too turnt out home burnt out Now I got to all the shit that you heard 'bout Can I live? What, these niggas want me off a If I say turnt down, do I burn that shit? Truth is, if it ain't real, I feel it If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get it And that's point period, know some niggas that fear it Same niggas who know that we the Lines so deep a great shark is what I up Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my camp gorillas, nigga
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I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest I know See these foes the flows, they even jooks the pose I guess my CD really shaking the Cause this be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothing the beast, I speak my piece Know niggas in the streets that heat for me, release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between spleen Retreat or trickle down to last pound of green, know what I mean? it's like taking candy from the babies All of rappers are just a bunch of Now and Laters They too sweet, plus they lease their Can't be second greatest, I'm the and def your favorite My flow nigga, I got my wave up either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor Cause if I can't eat, then you can't I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I'm spittin' for?
Yeah Reigning rap in this bitch Cause bitches lie lie numbers, too bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too Bitches lie lie numbers, too lie niggas lie numbers, too What the fuck you gon' do when the Era for you?
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And I'm from the blocks where sell blocks rock my mental See fake thugs that you see before can't even spell My flows with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell
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