| Yo yo
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| Check
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| Flow one
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| Nigga' I been spittin'
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| The flow I hold tittin, hidden niggas listenin'
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| Flow golly like it’s Christian
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| They wishin' they was in my position
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| Dissin' I’m dismissin' missions
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| But still there’s hella tension
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| I’m the one they mention
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| So people try and fight and shit I light a spliff
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| Hold it near the dome and take the life from it
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| I write these rhymes while you lightin' nines
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| And this one for all my brothers on Riker’s Island
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| No lyin', niggas is and I’m a lion
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| Realignin' the game is getting tiren
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| All the timin' is off for other tyrants
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| They still tryin' but can’t find a supply-ren
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| Since nine-six my minds went through mind tricks
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| Others try and get with lyin' chicks I’m lyin' with
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| A dime sister, a mister mishits
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| Ya missin' hits since your incense was lit upYou get crushed, this flow super
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| deluxe
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| This hoes trying get bucks
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| It’s slow, shorty good luck
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| My fours don’t give a fuck
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| I know they livin' stuck
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| Talkin' tough yet they really (?) prentendin' bout they trucks
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| It’s just, a little fickle
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| How you mention dimes and nickles
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| When your driving rentals, trying show you high in residential
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| Use your mental, the odds against you
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| Is it an issue that my tinsel got the worded issue
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| Coincidental
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| I suppose, niggas pose, I expose their toes
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| I’m a stone, in alone, I rip bones get stoned
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| Cause this flow gets souls and slit bones
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| Just know
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| Just know
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| Yeah
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| Just know
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| The illest flows, the realist though
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| I’m killing fours
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| Uhh, Uhhhh
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| Guess that’s it |