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Its ya n-gga, deep thinker, big
late night, with ya in ya crib sneaker
you out of town, and you not around
turn your ass over a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd youngn
I got and a lot of rounds coming
up in the where you not allowed, runnin
got the songs bitches around hummin
and the stay thumpin
and the haters hate
got the 808s
so the stay thumpin
and the n-gga get high on occasion in
my too wild
damn thought weed supposed to calm you
but Im so I can palm two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines the Lords book
you n-ggas rhymes more hooks
more bucks but less
you hear drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to sidelines like a coat suit
had to look at all loafers, yeah them boat shoes
now Im in the game but I wont boast to you
remember n-ggas had short for my money
toast to the honeys, and the liquor
and I dont sound like any other n-gga
with my on the trigger
I rappers like Henny on the liver
grant wishes like a genie Ima killer
giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver
hard to keep jimmy in
when you got bad Anne Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like Henny but the hoes Nuvo.

Check, every time a roll,
old (?) and its sittin on (?)
hoes on me I enter the door
if a wanna trip, good grip on the chrome
out a clip from the fifth then Im gone
twist up a spliff, get a of Patron
hate a chick who just sh-t on the phone

baby Im tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome,
if I was you n-gga I would him
hot August nights Im out in Vegas
stuntin til time, had patience
now its big faces, fly
alias stacks
miss shows, never call
blowin Dro tall cats
on the low had to back
n-ggas if its all raps
or its all

As I step in the toe Fe fi foe
with the heat like flow and the beat
better rewrite yo, get rhyming straight
get murked plus 8 like Jon and
I its time for the face off
hit the corner an 8 ball
me not like adorf
no for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you aint even on the
never bring it but I never a fiend for her silly ways
so Im get the cream til Im silly paid
put her on the team, every week another reason
thats fiend Billy Mays
gotta gotta focus
gotta shine the minds of the blind light the hopeless
confined to the rhymes that Ive chosen
moment of silence the Times gotta this!