| My styles vary in lines
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| The competition probably missin' dissin' they got 'em scared of me
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| It’s weird to see, all of these random people are feeling me
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| As soon as my tracks dropped I knew this shit was here for me
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| And I stand to be, the best to ever hold the pen
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| While throwin' emotion on pages and hoping
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| Now all of my dope hymns will be niggas boastin'
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| While I’m coastin' the ocean
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| And postin' the most gems (ha)
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| I never thought that it would happen this fast
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| I went from sittin in class, finishin' work last
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| To gettin' dolla' after dolla'
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| All the shorties tryna holla'
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| And tryna get with the Gualla but none of em gettin' nada
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| Flows as hot as a sauna and lyrics ain’t 'bout designer
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| Tryna explore the finers so writin' lyrics I gotta
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| And not a soul can stop these cold flows I got in these bogos
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| I got what have me sittin' on the top just watch
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| We some killers when it comes to spittin' flows
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| And nigga we the illest we just hope you niggas know
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| They ask about the beat and why the tempo so slow
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| Then they ask about the bars and why I wreck it so cold
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| We tell 'em
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| Check the melodies
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| We tell 'em
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| Check the melodies
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| Say what?
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| Check the melodies
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| Say what?
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| Check the melodies
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| We tell 'em
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| Check the melodies
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| We tell 'em
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| Check the melodies
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| Say what?
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| Check the melodies
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| Say what?
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| Check the melodies
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| Part of the rock like minerals, Primetime general
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| Groupie niggas wanna come up like a pair of genitals
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| What I failed to understand is how niggas didn’t come from the same womb but
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| still could be identical
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| Y’all niggas on the same shit, my niggas on insane shit
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| Making bread stack like blacks back on the slave ships
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| Over-working on some slaves on the chains shit
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| And make no mistake I’m the shit yo' flow anus
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| I’d be lying if I said life was painless
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| Lucky that I ain’t livin' anxious with a stainless
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| Either way you couldn’t picture this no way to frame it
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| Even though I give an image so vivid Van Gogh can’t paint it
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| My team’s so amazin'
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| Word flow smooth punches track because we chafed it
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| Left it naked, push it in the cold
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| But until that fucker froze the equivalent to my flows
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| I live disaster now laughter is what I’m after
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| If I don’t capture my scene is switching even faster than actors
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| No time for people and chatter, opinions don’t even matter
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| I’d rather gather laughter from Slashes and all of these rappers
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| These trappers is tryna trap us
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| We keepin' our backs tough
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| The skin is never appealin' cause the people I never trust
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| They feelings ain’t too appealin'
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| Appearin' after I’m killin' the game
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| Nuisance will hang, your services been arranged
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| The shit I spit deranged, your crick is wicked insane
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| You boring, Niggas is snorin'
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| You poured it all on the page
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| But explorin' haze, and J’s that gon' gain you praise
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| They say it’s better with age but clearly that ain’t the case
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| I’m, younger than others and still I’m never found under
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| These gunners thats runnin' these numbers and shakin' Hummers in summers
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| I continue chillin' and killin' shit like a villain
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| Mothers' fuckers doomed if they feeling like millions
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| And start to feel a villains feelings |