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Yeah I'm just saying that, yeah I
just, damn Yeah, yeah I
take my licks in the
storm That storm headed, them doors severed Fly around the
chicken, I'm more breaded My Lord better Success in the
air, my poors said it They say I'm the
greatest, nigga, them whores said it Hopped in Rolls, 2020, lock and I
load "Pop Shit" explode Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I
gotta "Control" My music connect with the
people Bbridging like the
top of the
nose Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from Legend in my city, must acknowledge it I
hustle 'fore fighting, head down, they Robinson, wait Some little niggas we was running from Jake's While making plates, I'm getting bread still You niggas running in place, I'm tryna treadmills Monte had to sit down so fuck the
feds still Got out Manson and Vic de Ville We from the
gutter, nigga, all day So now it's ghetto ponytails, nigga, we've come a
long way (Look) Uh Niggas want my old shit (Ooh), buy my old album (Yeah) And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep the
outcome" I
put a X
right beside his name like Malcolm And give his head to the
nigga that he stole his style from (He, brrt, brrt) I
got a
list of niggas to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom) Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one (Not one) I
ain't playing with these niggas but they still is my sons And fuck your top five if I
ain't your top one These raps written in blood, I
got lit off the
buzz (Uh-huh) Know how I'm feeling this bud (Right), I'm the
king of my city (Facts) Not gon' fiddle the
love (Uh-huh), there ain't nobody to trust (Nope) If niggas ain't with the
fuss (Nah) I
see through the
poker face, dawg, I'm calling his bluff I
shine like I'm multifaceted, gem in the
rough I'm passionate with every pen that I
touch (Uh-huh) It's like I
wrote this shit in cursive (What else? Right) God MC flow (Woo), nigga, these is Bible verses (God, yeah) The
feature fee won't include the
hearses (No) Same thing you gifted with is what your beat cursed with (What?) Soul searching 'til my flow's perfect, online, in the
morgue Thinking, "Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore" (Yeah, yeah, uh) Who left the
bricks on the
floor? We too big on the
boards, woah Smooth nigga off the
bench, I'ma score I
could hit a
million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore Who let these kids in the
door? You was 'posed to keep it closed Now they in here throwing stones And break the
window to my soul Ain't no remote chance in hell I
ever let 'em get control, uh I
surf the
'Gram and see the
wave you niggas rode Go to the
board for the
lesson I'll be transparent with you, just don't be projecting Who taught you to be armed and use your guard as a
weapon? Who told you hit your shell every time you feel threatened? You know that I've been stressed, I
smoked a
quarter by afternoon I
walk with a
attitude, I
gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude Like what I
gotta do to make you tap in? I
might fuck around, start beefing with my rap friends, fuck you REASON Before we roam, let me go back to the
start 'Cause art imitates life and life imitates art Once we start to dive in this knowledge and this wisdom They gon' always wanna box us in like it's cubism Knew about Picasso before I
was a
snot-nose Before I
had a
pot to piss in, and 'fore a
hot stove Pressure is like walking across hot coal I'm cooler than a
North Face in Norway, Oslo Everybody on this track is known to slay shit JID gave me a
reason to snap on Zay shit Toy with my emotions, I
am not one to play with I'm rapping with these Top Dawgs to chill with my down bitch That is no lie, I'm a
nice guy and a
wise guy With a
bright mind fresh out of Muay Thai Don't like to beef with niggas 'cause they all pie Only time they really caught a
body was in Far Cry Try to bring the
Grammy to the
crib, that's it Why die to be a
legend when I
live that shit? You could talk about my music, I
don't give two shits Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick Icarus if I
fall off, but I'ma soar Like a
sprained ankle when I
landed on the
floor If you don't like the
song, here's the
exit door 'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore Bitch, we've been bored, I
wish we could tour Girl you need Christ, not Christian Dior Why you keep trying to take pics with me for? Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore A
white boy broke her heart back in high school Now she told me she ain't taking white dick anymore "Damn, are you sure?" Cried when she don't get her way "Damn, are you four?" Stole her heart, now I'm tryna slide in the
getaway The
game chose me, baby, I
didn't get a
say I
done watched a
lot of rappers rise and disintegrate Paid attention to the
styles I'm finna demonstrate This is how you do it, mane World's getting too insane, turned a
check into a
chain Tugging on her NuvaRing, we are not the
same If you fucking with my crew then you got the
right brothers, like we flew a
plane Don't ask me about it, let your boo explain Look, say she don't know REAS', that shit too insane Old school, put my shorty on Biggie like Pootie Tang, do ya thang Cap in all the
raps, that shit won't stop Rest in peace, Breonna Taylor, her killers, they shoulda knocked Wait, Jack, I'm in some pussy, I
was knee-deeper than Funkadelics I
am legend, that explain all the
will that a
nigga carry Talking real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the
greatest Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON I
take my licks in the
storm, bitch, do me raw Yeah, still fucking 'til six in the
morn' Son, how I
flooded out the
wrist to reward Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Yeah, I
fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the
poor Drunk, high, stumbling off the
shits and record Video vixen, she copped her tits from the
store, said "Damn, they don't make 'em like this a-"
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