| Welcome to this classic, masses how y’all been?
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| Been awhile since I styled, and wow’ed em with the pen
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| But again, my lines is sin hitting critical
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| Niggas minimal when they spittin' they writtens minuscule
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| My, pictures pivotal, rhymes hard like minerals and
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| Known for leavin cats hurting and bleeding like menstruals
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| Bishop what’s getting into you? |
| The lines got sharper
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| You must’ve been in class moving arms like an author
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| Nah, just been bothered, others far from mars
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| Cause yet they flaws they constants and they first to converse
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| With A&Rs but my bars with stars they bars is starved they bosses is off the
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| yard
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| They far from caught, I beat em up 1,2,3
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| There goes the champ next to camp full of fake MCs
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| They basically awaiting me and vacancy no latency
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| But lately been making cheese
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| Look who’s on the tracklist rolling, no reviver
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| Tryna get high, the cypher was my lighter
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| Rappers try to keep their head above water
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| I slaughter, any nigga rapping with my offer
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| I caught ya, slippin, now ya corpse is missing
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| My thoughts are glistened, there’s never no remorse when spittin'
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| I’m awesome with it, torturing all the competition
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| The odds of dissing are lower than I thought
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| No kidding, it’s awkward fitting, in with the crowd around ya
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| Things are bound to hound ya, ya mans will clown ya
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| Don’t understand, they drown ya, I’mma stand it out
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| But you bout to go from stands to stans I doubt ya
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| Now I’m taking the game over too easy
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| They need me, others see me they get queasy
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| Believe me your flows are greasy, I’m getting greedy
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| I’m throwing all these rappers out can somebody feed me?
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| It’s too easy, believe me |