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The fist to face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
Fist full of
grated, gotta be P
Whimp you with Jim faking, be P aping
I sell rock, and clap canons
I'm old school like white soda and backgammon
Sean is a artist
I gain a lot of weight cause a nigga eating
You a target, and about bullseye
You a Target employee, a guy
And ain't wrong with that, nigga
Ain't wrong with this
I make something with rap, nigga
And guess what, the nigga up
He make a song for shit
Cornell
But I can make death ring doorbell next, kid
I told y'all I'm with the family,
Don't on a phone call, it'll get your family killed
Gotta be who the song
Cause Brownsville ill, be on
Gotta be -- what the is you on?
Popping pills, chopping -- what the fuck is you doing?
Gotta be the rapper to spit it
Gotta let these niggas know who still live it, P
It be P snapping
The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be
Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P
from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping
I can't stand around you niggas
Emph beam your team steam like a
fish
But the new burgandy
With new straight from Munich, Germany
My net be making your neck jerk
Expert whenever, wherever the burst
The most flow
Yo, your shit dead, toe tag on the floor
Villain of speech, rappers pretend with the beats
Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to
And the kit is like the General Lee