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This just in, nigga black back rapping
That mean the is ready, you know that cognac is happy
I pray my liver make it, read your contracts petty
Just read the mission statement, my niggas that fetti
And I was hustling backwards, taking with actors
And a disguise what you fear, but what you fear is a factor
These niggas scared of bizzy, cause I get for practice
But disregard the shit, ain't tryna answer questions
I cross em quick, I'm iverson with the rock

If I see jordan at the top of the key, it's bap bap
Then it's lights out, this is my
Fuck y'all, nigga I
My bench through withdrawals, do it with y'all or without y'all
And I rep home at away games, then come and eat rogaine
I'm too young to be out (he too young to be stressed out)
Coroner, him up, he ain't have it, on deck
Cobain, va, real nigga, up
Get it

on 100 thou
Fuck your fashion, all my youngins know which gun in
Suckers got me fucked up, and I body bought the
And I talking house arrest when I say my niggas semi out
No bench sitting, just working
No pinching, just plenty purchase
Phones, hatian boy don't em alone
I'm a nature boy, I blow on grass and be a stone
Legendary folarin, bitch I'm butter with shit
Niggas cooking, I'm frying by insurmountable

When you come to my town, put you right where you to be
Got variety, brims home appliance apartment
I'm providing the ignorance with a side of conscious
Imma stick a small one, but imma slide with a bopper
Got a from the hood, got a chick that's in college
I just put them lips like I'm tired of talk