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

If I see jordan at the top of the key, it's bap bap
Then lights out, this is my house
y'all, nigga I ball
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, pick him up, he ain't it, on deck
Cobain, va, nigga, up next
Get it

on 100 thou
Fuck your fashion, all my know which gun in style
Suckers got me fucked up, and I bought the bitch
And I ain't talking arrest when I say my niggas semi out
No sitting, just niggas working
No penny pinching, just plenty
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 orders
Niggas cooking, I'm frying by margin

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