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Yeah, give respect to the finger I've pushed that line sice grade school, a fool Since I touch bitches they wanna fuck now But can't get it, she got ass with a nose like... My pimping it never scared Got real estate there and hustle over here Dare a nigga try to take it he gone fake it til he it Shawty break em like a bracelet, that's talk, Yeah, you snitch if you get caught You already if you do then you dead And now niggas in the trading cush for your baby mama throat But suck it up deal with it, huh Ain't' no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the plains no food 'cause Yeah, I'm the and the the shooter and the taxi I dare you fuckers get at me I you mother fuckers get out me, Yeah
See I grew up with the blue team there was a u-stream Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over strings Rhyming on these since the 90s I'm a factor Here with this until I'm in the here after Classic with this mike mike when he was blacker And you, you remind me of me when I was I read lines and drama like an actor But I'm so hollywood you would think that I'm a rapper You think that I got in backwards? It really doesn't
Producer meets the rapper, he's the I'm the latter Spacing out these so you niggas can climb on I'm proof that you could still loot and keep your rhymes strong out the industry as hot as my performance Be mainstream dream meets the of normalcy The anti of everything Still likely to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules
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