| I’m your favorite rapper who be rappin' about trappin'
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| While rappin who talkin bout they guns they be clappin out loud
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| I’m steady smackin any faction who talk about they attackin any actions
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| I just happen to silence the crowd
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| You don’t wanna go against this menace
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| Cause this menace be the one who gives a damn about a sentence
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| See I’m talkin 'bout my pen, I ain’t talkin 'bout the penn
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| Gotta couple more bars, close your mouth and lemme finish
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| This is how I’m winning, gotta chick who speaks Finish
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| You could find her out in Greenwich & she smokin' on that spinach
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| Always tell me I could hit it, tell you why I’m never in it?
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| Easy, I don’t mix no pleasure with my bizness
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| So I replenish every time I get some digits
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| Saw this girl who hidin' midgets in her pants she barely zipped it
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| This how I rip it on the mic I hope u listened
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| Sleepin' on my skills you’re now forgiven
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| You can catch me with my pen & my pad
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| Now that I think about it this is all I ever had
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| A dollar with a dream man I huslted in my sleep
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| They never peeped all the talent that I have
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| You can catch me with my pen & my pad
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| Now that I think about it this is all I ever had
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| A dollar with a dream man I huslted in my sleep
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| I haven’t peaked with the talent that I have
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| I’m just flowin see I’m owning you, let the game take control of you
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| Might as well give it up cause they’ll be boning you
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| Everybody now knowing you, as the guy who be blowin' who
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| Any crew who he thinkin' that get him out there makin' moves
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| I pick up dimes, need I say more
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| Understand my rhymes, cause you just met a 4
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| And your lady lookin' at me like we met before
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| Can’t let Sun Tzu me for my Art of War
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| Talkin' to a carnivore, cannibal lyricism
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| What you think I’m rhymin for I ain’t askin' for criticism
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| I’m fully aware of haters don’t respond I let them listen
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| This is where you sit back and let your talent hit’em
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| Can’t help it but to chuckle
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| Try to reach me on my level homie you gon' need a shuttle
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| Punchlines hit hard make you see double
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| Put these lames in the dirt let me go and grab my shovel cause |