Turn my voice up a bit You know I had to do it, I just remade the off YouTube Shout out to the Lex drum kit
my revenge! Diplomatic immunity, 'em Backstabbing niggas for screwing me Like just went through puberty, fuck 'em Shout my nigga Bada$$ for telling them the new Joe in town Do the Yung Joc dance it's going down rappers tried to claim my lane like I was Lois now I put this punk shit in the zeitgeist double Sex Still a threat from a distance like a missile Hard to be official, you all sound Youtube remakes Remade the beat off though fuck it, it's just a mixtape Go buy a squatty potty, boy you to get your shit straight I put the African face on my chain like I'm Kinte Trendsetter, been better than these Call me Vino Valentino and the V's for You behind a mask on Twitter and remain anonymous Fake like it's all Love And shows till they push the Joe button and you get punched in your face as a consequence And right back on Live capping with confidence Famous for putting hands on women, you can't be proud of it Don't try to fuck wit me shorty, just monogamous We polar opposites, I'm from that South pole Where that pole is popping shit You more like Papa Doc and I see the future like I was at The wars Helter Skelter White addicts like That's why my be blacker than Idris Elba I feel like I'm the link just like The of Zelda I really get excited days My therapist is tired these My brain is wired these Me and my dawgs don't how to behave, we know how to be paid like the MBA Not the NBA and the NFL are the new Willy Lynch ya how to be slaves Racism exists, 'till Kaepernick Michael is a Uncle Tom saying cut off his 'fro and make it fade You should fight the system instead of a dog Dawg-really, you out your frame Jump around with the white boys like of Pain nigga they love you, they stripped you of everything nigga And now these rappers talkin' some gang, gang nigga You ain't no gang member, they get to protect you I'm playing on the corner and you made me finesse you And the flow, I'm victorious like David, I'm Beckham I can peck them at the function Shittin' on tape, wiping my rectum, no peseco in my is strictly Ace of Spaces, gold bottle regalia Golden I'm Jill Scott, I spit the Gospel Mahalia At the table with my apostles, taking shots at area Your firearms are too to box with God Pick a or you get ate like an octagon Or decide to stay Rufus and Chaka Khan And we put 50k on your face like a Watch how quick the tick when you're runnin' out of time Tell Flex drop a bomb, I'm the prodigal son, I shine eclipse, blind niggas like a dollar sign Then I Dip with the Roc like Cam'ron was signed
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