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

If I see at the top of the key, nigga it's bap bap
it's lights out, this is my house
Fuck y'all, I ball
My bench going through withdrawals, do it with y'all or without
And I rep home at away games, then come and eat rogaine
I'm too young to be stressed out (he too to be stressed out)
Coroner, pick him up, he have it, on deck
Cobain, va, nigga, up next
Get it

Flow on 100
Fuck fashion, all my youngins know which gun in style
Suckers got me fucked up, and I body the bitch
And I ain't talking house arrest I say my niggas semi out
No bench sitting, just working
No penny pinching, just purchase
Phones, boy don't leave em alone
I'm a nature boy, I blow on grass and be a stone
Legendary folarin, bitch I'm with orders shit
Niggas cooking, I'm frying by margin

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