| Shout out to Rae Sremmurd, Ear Drummers
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| You know what I mean man, killing it man still working it man
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| Yeah, this ain’t even my flow
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| And I’ma stick to it like Velcro
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| Swinging these elbows
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| The only strikes they got is shelltoes
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| Got them ho’s on the track like a railroad
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| Will you do a verse for the frisky?
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| Call Dutch my nigga, «Nigga hell no!»
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| Paying what it cost, I ain’t taking no losses nowadays
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| Looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offers nowadays
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| Peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays
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| Burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays
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| A big crib in the outfield feelin' like Kenny Lofton nowadays
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| Look at how I done it Forest Gump shit when I run it
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| David Blaine with flow, turning nothing into something
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| Pockets super clumping, royal rumble thumpin'
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| Quiet but I shoot, call me Tim Duncan
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| Talking money play it, while I’m at a luncheon
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| Why you call my phone if you ain’t want nothing, bitch stop fronting
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| Know you’re something when I came down with the top off and the doors up with
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| my feet out
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| Gripping more grain than a treehouse
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| Tint was so dark I can’t see out
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| Who the greatest? |
| Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me!
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| Who did I leave out?
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| Nah nigga I’m on it, If you ain’t friend, you opponent
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| If you ain’t paid for that shit and this then your name you don’t own it
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| On the road like an almanac
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| Pressing buttons call me presidential living
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| All’s fair in love and war, I’ll send a missile right to a sinner
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| No we ain’t quite the same nigga, all the same nigga since the name nigga
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| You a lame nigga, they ain’t hang with ya'
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| You ain’t fucked ho’s till the fame nigga
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| I was game nigga to the mouthpiece
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| Put a dick right where her mouth be
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| I was doing it, doing it, doing it well
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| You a handout, outreach!
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| Sleeping on haters that couch flow
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| Social networking to make a million
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| Hating ain’t good for your blood pressure
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| All that salt and shit might up and kill ya'
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| Invisible set in that’s how I grill ya'
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| Smiling my way here to the bank
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| Escape the prison of the label
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| Counting all the paper while these niggas Shawshank
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| Krizzle! |