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Ayy, you gon' start me from the Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some lil' niggas who do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers

Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick
I got back pains, neck like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me

Explain why they got shit
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was and all mouses
C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses,
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
a couple packs, Based
God in the
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with name on the barrel
If hollows clip, you get nip like it's cat food

That dude, when I die, they make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's
"Calldrops" on the skits

Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

K shiz, up nigga!