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To do what you do Tell Obama that my verses are like the whips that he in They twenty we in Pitfield At Kai's kitchen in a Canada Famous as fuck but I'm still in the cut when they round up the I'm a sicko a real sicko when you get to know me nigga I let the diss record drop, you was staying right below me, We must have played it a times, you was going to bed Why would I put on a vest, I you to aim for the head? I coulda killed you the time You don't have to try and say it nigga Trust, we you the first time It's nothing personal I would done it to anyone And I blame I came from And I all my day ones You know Chubbs Draymond You better off not nothing Them boys they a I hit 'em with the Hotline Chris Breezy with the dance Mo-G with the dance Ave Boy with the moves Jimi with the solo the strings that you can't pull Yeah, and I really dish it out and get it from the source But fuck with all the word of Golden running practice at my house Nigga, am I about? You really feel it now I'm out
Looking for All sixteen All sixteen dirty not clean Out in of Four Seasons Looking like a damn football All one thing for revenge
All you in the new Toronto want to be me a little All your exes know I like my O's a V in the middle You would love it if I away or didn't say nothing else How am I keeping it real by keeping shit to myself? You was gang, gang, gang, gang, you was never one of us Had us fooled for a minute there, now we done all up But I'm better off anyway, y'all never gon' finish Say you seeing 'bout it when you see me man y'all home anyway Thought of things that you shoulda said, said things you shouldn't say We even y'all the whole money play and y'all broke to this day "Oh it's your time now" yeah, that's everybody say I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella I turned into Jay Now I got a house in LA, now I got a bigger than Ye And look man, Ye's pool is nice, mine's just bigger's I'm saying I'm that nigga's I'm saying Getting done around here How you let me run it down I'm not even from here Six, six, six, six, six soon as I'm back in the city throw a parade I might get a key to the city and it to Wayne Or it to one of the young boys to carry the wave Yeah, so trust me, they'll be out
for revenge All summer All summer dirty not clean Out in of Four Seasons Looking like a damn football All one thing for
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