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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,

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

we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, heavy 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, y'all on me

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

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

That dude, when I die, they gotta a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any with money up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to actual talent
I find it to find an actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

K shiz, up nigga!