Ego pours over the edge, though the abyss,
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I swear to God, I'm a demon myself, yes, that's the cross, brother,
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I drive on the beat without a license, even in a test drive,
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My hip-hop is not s-class, it's Tesla
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You speak with the master, for the lave reaches out to me, as if I were Magneto,
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You understand: your rap is neither "be" nor "me", my rap is mef,
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These haters will furry their fur on their backs,
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(Bitches know Fyvo is the best)
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I watch this world here from a height,
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Only selected ladies go to me from you to you,
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I, under this rhythm of Nike, over the years, have worn to holes,
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To those who have not penetrated: I'm here for a long time, you're a guy in trouble,
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Got a gallon in my head and besides
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This is not a run in tops, but a gallop with micro bald,
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And in front of him... unscrewing to full gain
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Hit three with my rhyme like NBA 2K
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I loaded the bullet tracks into your player
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From now on I will use banknotes like a fan
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All your bitches look ridiculous
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While my baby is nearby making Bella Hadid
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Instantly you get up
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This beat is real nice
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My rap is luxury style
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Not found in fix price
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Look, don't change your face
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Watching me fall into trends like a ball in a hoop
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I watch this world here from a height,
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Only selected ladies go to me from you to you,
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I, under this rhythm of Nike, over the years, have worn to holes,
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To those who have not penetrated: I'm here for a long time, you're a guy in trouble,
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Got a gallon in my head and besides
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This is not a run in tops, but a gallop with micro bald,
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And in front of him... unscrewing to full gain
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Hit three with my rhyme like NBA 2K |