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

If I see at the top of the key, nigga it's bap bap
Then it's out, this is my house
Fuck y'all, nigga I
My bench going through withdrawals, do it with y'all or y'all
And I rep home at games, then come home 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

Flow on 100
Fuck your fashion, all my youngins which gun in style
Suckers got me up, and I body bought the bitch
And I ain't talking house arrest I say my niggas semi out
No sitting, just niggas working
No penny pinching, plenty purchase
Phones, hatian boy leave em alone
When I'm a boy, I blow on grass and be a stone
folarin, bitch I'm butter with orders shit
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
Imma stick with a small one, but imma slide a bopper
Got a from the hood, got a chick that's in college
I just put them lips together like I'm tired of