| Yeah, I don’t rap on beats I spit pictures nigga
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| Spit that real and kill these fictitious niggas
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| Ya’ll don’t want any part of Spit Vicious nigga
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| Simple beats, complex lyrics; |
| I give it to ya
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| Just as an onion has layers to it
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| Different phases to my music let me take you through 'em
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| I ain’t a killer but the beat made me do it
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| Eliminate the fake to see the loot flip
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| JETs high
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| We lookin' down on the top
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| No matter what the time it’s four-twenty on my clock
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| Won’t let you niggas disgrace hip-hop on my watch, not hardly
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| It ain’t that type of party fool, I’m sorry
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| Park up on them, style, how I play these bitches, suffer from smoke inhalation
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| Got they face all in a jet engine
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| Tryna get a wiff, no
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| Smell somethin' I wrote in my notebook and overdose 'cause it’s too dope
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| (And I’m… yeah)
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| On the way to the next cheque, it’s
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| Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and…
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| It’s not a secret I so love my set
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| But where haven’t we been yet?
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| (And I’m… yeah)
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| On the way to the next cheque, it’s
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| Spitta nigga from the the, the JETS and…
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| It’s not a secret I so love my set
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| And bitches no the planes… (got it)
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| Exercise for the mind, mixtapin' like a athlete in the gym
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| Nigga I’m trainin'
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| My home-girl up in the hotel room waitin'
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| Didn’t get down like that we just started fuckin' lately
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| Rare shit, so crazy, straight up
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| Straight jacket action baby, but wait up
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| I never let it get me down cause my spirit’s rasin'
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| To the point I’m grounded but steady levitatin'
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| Most niggas was sleep, but they wakin' and bakin'
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| Finally catchin' up the music the JETS was makin'
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| Wack niggas gotcha gassed smellin' like a station
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| My homey once told me everybody ain’t gonn' make it
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| Believe he was taken
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| Cause truth was at the root of his statement
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| From the air to the pavement behind paper
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| From the air to the pavement behind paper
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| From the air to the pavement behind paper
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| … Got it |