| Here’s the motherfuckin truth — You nothing but a goof with a parrot flow
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| Your crew’s finna meet my boots and my pair of soles
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| You see, my goons keep it cool like a parasol
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| But smell some bad shit and spray the room like an aerosol
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| Butcher your fam, put a foot on your banister
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| Carry metal bangers — playlists full of Metallica
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| Shoot a pussy close up — no footage or camera
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| Cans will leave your bladder leaking — Fuller McCallister
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| Put ‘em up ! |
| It’s a stick-up. |
| We on a sick power trip
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| Clips are sexy beats, they quick to teach a bitch how to strip
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| Jacking your jackets and burning shit counterfits
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| We’ll take your sneaks if we can get a kick out of it
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| We can beef and get down to it. |
| I’ll pound you and the palls you with
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| Leave you clowns leaking brown fluid
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| Stand the tallest, hand on your damn cojones
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| I’ll have your fam running, urine running down your pantalones
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| This is for the hustlers
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| Doing what it take
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| With or without customers
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| Putting food up on the plate
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| This is for the hustlers
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| Doing what it take
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| With or without customers
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| Putting food up on the plate
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| Stay in your lane, I’ma stay in mine
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| Kid mind your Goddamn business. |
| Don’t front or waste my time
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| That’s right just stay in your line, I’ma stay in mine
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| Kid mind your Goddamn business. |
| Don’t front or waste my time
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| Motherfuckaz, here we go ! |
| This nasty kid will smash your silly ego
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| I have to shit on people — laxatives and seagulls
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| But don’t test me cause you think I’m feeble
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| I’m so deadly with the pen, I’m evil — Joe Pesci in Casino
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| I ghost-write for over twenty emcees incognito
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| Your fans tat my lyrics in their skin with ink and needles
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| Yep. |
| I’m kicking back making my connects
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| I’m the reason P Diddy be writing all types of necks
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| You like to flex — You can try player
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| I’m who dimes imagine when they use a vibrator
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| Cause my toolie the size of the hugest skyscraper
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| And my family jewels are made out of groupie fly-paper
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| I do despise a hater and what he gone say
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| A hater can’t imagine where I’m gonna be one day
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| Beyond Kanye. |
| Fuck it, I’ll be beyond Jay
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| Fuck it, I’m the one who should be fucking Beyonce. |
| Ya heard?
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| This is for the hustlers
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| Doing what it take
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| With or without customers
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| Putting food up on the plate
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| This is for the hustlers
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| Doing what it take
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| With or without customers
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| Putting food up on the plate
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| (This is for the hustlers) This is for the hustlers
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| (doing what it take) doing what it take
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| (With or without customers) With or without customers
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| (putting food up on the plate) putting food up on the plate
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| (This is for the hustlers) This is for the hustlers
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| (doing what it take) doing what it take
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| (With or without customers) With or without customers
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| (putting food up on the plate) putting food up on the plate |