Turn my up a little bit You know I had to do it, I just remade the off YouTube Shout out to the Lex Luger kit
my revenge! Diplomatic immunity, 'em Backstabbing niggas even for me Like they just went puberty, fuck 'em my nigga Bada$$ for telling them who's the new Joe in town Do the Yung Joc dance it's going down Since rappers tried to claim my lane like I was now I put this punk shit in the double Sex Pistol a threat from a distance like a Korean missile Hard to be official, you all sound like remakes Remade the beat off Youtube though fuck it, just a mixtape Go buy a squatty potty, boy you need to get shit straight I put the African face on my chain like I'm Kinte Trendsetter, been better these Cinderellas Call me Valentino and the V's for Vendetta You behind a mask on Twitter and remain anonymous Fake like it's all Love And Hip-Hop shows till they push the Joe button and you get in your face as a consequence And jump 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, stay monogamous We polar opposites, I'm from that South pole Where that is always popping shit You like Papa Doc and shit I see the like I was at The Shelter wars Helter Skelter White addicts like That's why my lyrics be blacker than Elba I feel like I'm the link just like The Legend of I really get these days My therapist is these days My is wired these days Me and my dawgs don't know how to behave, we how to be paid like the MBA Not the NBA and the NFL are the new Lynch show ya how to be slaves Racism exists, 'till Kaepernick Michael Vick is a Uncle Tom saying cut off his 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 House of Pain Thinkin' love you, they stripped you of everything nigga And now these talkin' about some gang, gang nigga You ain't no gang member, they get paid to you I'm playing FIFA on the corner and you made me you And the flow, I'm victorious like David, I'm Beckham I can peck at the London function Shittin' on tape, my rectum, no peseco in my section This is strictly Ace of Spaces, gold bottle Golden I'm Jill Scott, I spit the Gospel Mahalia At the table with my apostles, taking shots at your 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 the minutes tick when you're runnin' out of time Tell drop a bomb, I'm the prodigal son, I gotta shine eclipse, blind niggas like a dollar sign Then I Dip with the Roc like when was signed
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