| Press read, FBs with solid gold next
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| Another waxer fresh off of the press
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| Black lather came something like a nescro
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| Head to toe fresh giving off that next glow
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| And the sub blow sub-zero
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| Flow giving us smok, the dry ice clear code
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| OV the cody, one hundred percent
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| Straight wavy we cutting an edge
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| Lights, camera, action
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| Tank top, standing at the back door
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| Mad cunt, padding my attack running track
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| Plus I got your double backing
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| Case a fucker tries to land one
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| Rap is more than just career
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| Life passed the five of faith
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| Is held within these scriptures
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| So if it’s destiny you’re messing with
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| Best than three prepare
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| 'Cause we’s the premium
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| Yeah they mixed up
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| System on blast, low’s cracking chest plates
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| Cruising by in super slomo giving a blue steeling
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| With no true feeling wrapped up in gas bubbles
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| So when I see them as
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| No need to clash knuckles
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| We’ll recognize so they step aside
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| Or inhale catch a whith of the pesticide
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| We at the forefront living it up
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| Getting in dropping shit off the cough
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| Never enough
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| System on blast
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| System on blast
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| System on blast
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| System on blast |