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[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Fam
wanna' freestyle
Y'all get your bar work together
I'm you right now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We seen it all, been thru it all
It's

1: Fabolous]
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap cued
Put the in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin'
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her that was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke again
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
Wanna' dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look you done started ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the out or we concealing
I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now it's mansions but to hang out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the yea
(uh) on some 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear a reverend
game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you get some mo' rellos'
I'm Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make king moves on petals
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go
On some shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ready