| We don’t take no Ls, we just throw 'em up
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| We been around, you 'Lil' fucks is just pups
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| Why would we ever give it up?
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| When we rhyming over beats this tough, you get your ego crushed
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| You been selling wolf tickets on the net, boy
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| When it’s live and the flesh you hot step, boy
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| I be writing over your name when I see it
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| Big bubble letters on some old school
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| Superior flow, not just talking on the beat kid
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| I don’t care how many bands you got, you still a snitch
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| My cut-off game swift, I snip counterfeits
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| Take it from experience at times, I fell and slipped
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| Now I’m on some other shit, moves are effortless
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| As long as I’m alive, I’m winnin'
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| The thoughts are spinnin', I’m up early
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| Get into this shit and the plot thickens
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| I hear a lot of snakes hissin'
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| They 'gon come up missin' and try and stop my mission
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| It’s like they standing in the strong wind, pissing
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| You know them snakes is high, we been talking 'bout them
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| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate
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| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace
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| Time’s up, I rep you and your young flock
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| Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit
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| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate
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| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace
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| Put it in, check that the mister
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| When put on your neck, shut your lips up
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| We don’t talk too much, we just shut 'em up
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| Shut 'em down in the middle where they clownin' bruh
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| You think I’m slippin' and trippin? |
| No Sir
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| It’s brown bread when I pop 'em like a toaster
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| Cook you like a roaster, serve you like a pheasant
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| It’s a blessing to be addressing the crowd with my presence
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| The freshest, holding the mic, about to serve a lesson
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| To you fake frauds in the industry, small-minded peasants
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| No bars neglected, all my lines perfected
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| I’m glad you decided to play this shit, now I’m checking
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| These the songs that need to be coming out stereos
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| Banging in your residential district, here we go
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| You got that look on your face like I didn’t know
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| The SS was alien with the flow
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| But now you know, bars to blow
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| Along with that pack of backwoods weed burning real slow
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| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate
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| Your flow fluctuate, mine’s at a steady pace
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| Time’s up, I rep you and your young flock
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| Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit
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| I’m like the 6'4, how I appreciate
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| I how the flow, I go until it’s time to leave
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| Believe, I’m packing more rhymes up my sleeve
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| Bringing damage to your burrow
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| Bringing damage to your burrow
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| The Instamatic focal point bringing damage to your burrow |