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(Big out to The Alchemist)

I'm the most blooded, gold flooded, iced out, star studded
Fly like the ghost of who died cause the done it
like that Maz' that I got in my garage
When that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you know it's not a Mazda
I zone better than you cause I with my hoes
But my trigger finger got it's own
I'm so sick Ne-Yo I got my own medicine, I do my own edits
C'mon, you if crib ain't got no echo, let go you ain't a star
I let go and bullets like into your car
Put stunner shades on fix your eyes to look at me
I'm standin but but yeah my chain is doin a y-twist
Why the fuck spend so much on those - why wouldn't we?
Plus I'm tired of niggas talking bout I shouldn't be (yeah)
Put the to 'em put the magnum in gear
Then, the blues to 'em let them things cruise through 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you niggas will bleed
Better breathe, you re-zoot it
That's the resume nigga, don't it seem
Don't it read long? Don't my got a ring to it?
a ring tone padded after King Comb
Adam Eve, battle rappin, tabernacle theme
That's cause I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin
I could west, south, Midwest or bite the
Psychopathic, when he on the track it's like magic
The city on his back like his jacket (Woooo!)
The that we pack got extensions attachments
Put away your and pens if you rappin
You ain't gotta write rhymes you could have 'em all in your
I'll read 'em off the floor when you (yeah)
Most I am in a category with none
Compare me to If it ain't the notorious one I'm buryin you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my guns be speakin to players like A. Smith
And believe me they spit, you want
I put up them number every season the reason they sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I shot up your
I rocked a lot of Prada, lot of
We rock shoes once and give 'em to my niggas (uh huh)
While you still yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
Im a hot nigga, them glock triggers givin you riga'
Broadway and I'm all day like a city
You bigger me I still get you, I'm so shist'
I ghost write if I wanted I could let dis you (keep goin)
Come through your like the six is a van
Have killers show up to the scene like the anchorman
And they'll give you the without the down payment
Up rapper was slain but he is now famous (uh huh)
Etch out you, your chest out you
Next album no need to the rest bout you
While you in the air killed just hoverin' chillin (What you doin?)
In the in Paris fuckin with Paris Hilton (Damn!)
Your little bo at the reading goodbyes
I'm getting blowed by a hoe in a Via
To prove my worth I did my dirt, the most you can do to the ghost is kill my
The you can do to me now is steel my work
You still can't touch it I'm dope, just feel my (keep goin)
My artistic process is all twisted
The raw I thought of came from awe disses (yeah)
The of narcissism the sharp weapon
I start guessin 'em all that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my is reachless, untouchable by any livin creature
Any way I'll meet you (yeah), anywhere I'll you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or anywhere I (uh huh)
Niggas tryin to hit nickel up to do songs (Naw)
Last one done it pissed cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
a writer's burst over cause I looped on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" nigga who it?

Nobody!
(Royce Da 5'9"... The Bar Exam... Pay attention)