| Spillin' these soliloquies, I kill MCs
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| I don’t give a pho. |
| I’m so Vietnamese
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| Aim at your nuh and then the semi I squeeze
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| It’s more than the bucks, I got penniless needs
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| If I put a pen to the mead feel a million degrees
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| I descended from G’s, den filled up with thieves
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| You feel offended then please, take a minute to breathe
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| I’m demented, indeed. |
| Roll Dominican leaves
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| Bare arms, I got rid of my sleeves
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| When in NYC, I rock cinnamon trees
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| Popped plenty of P’s, copped plenty OZ’s
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| At a slow speed thru Gotham city I breeze
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| Rather die on my feet, I can’t live on my knees
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| Don’t fuck wit a man who got a familia to feed
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| Hard as steel, y’all hardly still in the lead
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| Who realer than he? |
| I’m a different breed
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| (Sincerely Shawn)
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| Pressure bust pipes but it also make diamonds
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| Step to the god, no chance of surviving
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| Gotta multiply so my math stay precise
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| Got a problem wit division so I’m carryin the 9
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| Add 3 for the gauge that we carry to the stage
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| Times 4 for the score that we gettin off the door
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| Last thing you wanna talk about is a war
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| Cock the hammer like Thor then shut down your tour
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| Every other rapper in the game is manure
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| Grown man bars yea my flow is mature
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| Never said I was pure. |
| These rappers are sick what I spit is the cure
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| It isn’t for the swiftest but for those who endure
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| She don’t know if she want givenchy or Dior
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| Either way she still comin off dem drawers
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| Never was a baller but I made a couple dollars
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| Now I’m out for some more (MD)
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| Just rollin', tree smokin…
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| Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
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| Just rollin', tree smokin…
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| Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
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| From out of a city where the theme song is «tie me off»
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| Enough knocks and that’ll lead to designer cars
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| Rope a dope, let you weave behind it all
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| And hammers turn or you might be the mighty Thor
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| You know the place, get your rent paid by the jar
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| I make it rhyme but none of this is a rhyme at all
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| You know exactly what it be whenever I’m involved
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| I rap like April 19, 1994
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| So stop with the comparisons, fam. |
| Nobody comparable
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| OG’s told me the plan. |
| Let’s get the llama thru
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| Meaning when they lift up their hands they gon' honor you
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| Either they gon' fear where you stand or they gon' copy you
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| All of it is flattery, and nothin' but nothin but
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| I caught it singlehandedly. |
| Ain’t no one attached to me
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| Caught it on my own shit. |
| No one had to carry me
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| I’m 6'1, 215. They on the back of me (forreal)
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| Just rollin', tree smokin…
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| Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
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| Just rollin', tree smokin…
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| Cruisin' through the skyline coastin' |