| Of course, like no mail; |
| watch it, keep my eyes peeled, reveal
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| Watch if five connection is too real
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| Word is bond positive and negative
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| Black executives like «Hey», just find words for sedatives
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| Ill never fishy
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| I never understood the ugly ones with the jewels or the yarmulke
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| Don’t get clapped through the monitors
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| «But what’s in store?» |
| she said «BJ»
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| «Yeah, just for all of us»
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| Industry chicks get crazy for a little tip
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| Hennessy and wine glass lying say they only took a little sip
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| Ya’ll look cute but a nigga just a crazy one
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| Life and whisky, take it with a grain of salt
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| Cats like us, stay miscellaneous don’t forget watch it
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| Protect your neck stop it before you get stomped in
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| We light it up, keep it ultraviolet
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| Consider the key that’s defying us, nigga
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| Everything was good until reality struck, never thought reality could cut me
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| deep like a fatality could
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| A fake salary like we ain’t eating that green
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| Mama my dream be king and I’ma be honored
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| But I’m beyond it, not being a sapien, I’m a supreme being when I be rhyming
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| Outshining the Muhammads and the 'Bamas cause I’m a Brooklyn bomber
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| Bringing the drama, start tuning your timers
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| No Hakuna Matata, wake up that goon or your medulla oblongata
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| Stop thinking what your tinking with
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| Hold ya bladder, save the blabber
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| Roll a J with some grabber take a plane to Allah with the shit that I’m
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| supplying
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| Or put you on the road to Zion no lying
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| Yo' flow tiring, I’m a flow tyrant
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| The best with the grip to your neck no violence
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| The best with the grip to your neck no violence
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| Live from the underground, peep the style
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| Wild motherfucker, golden smile
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| Tryna stay level headed, hold shit down
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| Walk around, no crown, champion bound
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| Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me
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| Yo' bitch I’m blazin, and smoking in the same speak
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| Bust up in her mouth piece, nigga there, no seeds
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| Steady toking green, walkin' with a lean
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| Life ain’t, life ain’t always what it seems
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| Never gave a fuck, good at getting out my dreams
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| Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink flow
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| Got the choppers, pop yo' partners, fill em up like empanadas
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| Young man, any given day could be yo' last
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| Elevate yo' mind, intertwine visions from the sky
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| We heaven sent, Zombies motherfucker for president
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| Your wack-ass music little nigga irrelevant
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| Hash oil and joints, my ball pen on point
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| You clown niggas is doink
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| See we don’t fuck with the police
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| Na we don’t fuck with the oink, swank—what my niggas say?
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| Krill, what my nigga say? |
| Click, clack; |
| blaow
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| Grip steel like what my niggas say?
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| Sometimes I want to ball up and die or disintegrate
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| Sometimes I want to reach for — the sky or levitate
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| Elevate, success in my spliff you might want to take a hit of this
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| At least get some contact, nigga take a whiff of this
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| These rap bitches sensitive — like my bitch’s clitoris
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| Vivid like Tarantino, cinemas with synonyms
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| You ever met God, well shit nigga I feel like him
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| Shrooms and helium — dancing on the ceiling
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| High pitching I’m Doc Ellis, I’m in dirty white denim, polo my sweater
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| You are not that better, your shit not venom
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| I spit hot peppers — bitch!
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| I really think I’m high up on the brim
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| Knowledge infinite, tell your friend send it, I will dial in
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| String shorty’s violin
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| That means I’m a player for a sucker not a goddess
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| God’s got my back, but the Devil’s got my eyelids
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| Step up to the throne, still high off the hot shit
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| Never got the pass but I pass for a pastor
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| Free form thinker move crowds with my chapters
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| Not a funny actor, I’m backwards
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| I orchestrate through the pass like Mashburn
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| Heat for the Knicks, end of the spliff
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| Marijuana fine cut, like a boob on a bitch
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| Since a younger man, in my younger days I was dazed
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| By the days, I didn’t do what I say
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| Now I’m determined to reign, fuck bitches and fame
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| I’d rather remain payed
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| Rich in the mind nigga keep your change
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| Rich in the mind nigga keep your change
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| Yo, fellow niggas' mind wounded, a rhyme student
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| Ignorant, grew up in it but fine to it
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| Moms knew it, Dad wasn’t around for it
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| A bomb to it, my voice is just like the sound of it
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| Niggas ducking I’m looking over they noggin
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| You will never be the hottest you nothing more than a Robin
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| False information, lost and I’m wasted
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| This should be the time that you niggas should get it poppin'
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| Told 'em I was in here, I ain’t never been here
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| Fuck it, I’m a put this knowledge to his bucket
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| Hating on me, tuck it
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| You a LeToya Luckett, you a sucker in disguise I can see it in your structure
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| OGs, give me game and it’s on me
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| Smoke weed, meditate and be on key
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| Never no beginner I’m finishing every sentence
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| We the reason these new niggas is looking vintage
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| Making my entrance, clear the path
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| Niggas better get it right or I’m a have this fuck nigga feeling bad
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| Joey Bad, Kirk Knight, the worst night
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| You ever seen a Flatbush ZOMBiE in real life?
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| Walking the dead, off the head in disguise of a educated man’s third eye
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| Word |