| Real writer
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| Real writer
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| Real writer
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| We’re the real writers
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| Real writer, real MC
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| More time cuz, got plenty
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| Drive Renault right now, soon Bentley
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| Got P for a QB if it’s hefty
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| Cops in the rear view, don’t sweat, g
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| Hit that weed in the vape then I jet g
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| Disappear when I kick-off like Jet Li
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| Develop P just zonin', raggo composin' ammo
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| Grand like pianos
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| Infinite with the death in the text, never shallow
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| My image is a shadow, reflecting my talent
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| Shadow must mean that light is apparent
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| In my mind is a palace
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| Entwined with the smoke from the chalice
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| Don’t choke, get embarrassed 'cause I hit that savage
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| Still inflict lung damage
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| Run rabbit run yeah there’s enough gutter trappers
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| All I’m baggin' up’s music
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| Bruv don’t confuse it
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| I been on this thing since day
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| Still forever reppin' with some new shit
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| Rackin' up Rackin' up
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| See my tracks here? |
| They be stackin' up stackin' up
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| Never static, I be the baddest
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| All over the atlas my rappin' be smackin' the planet up
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| I pull other wolves in my lap, right, no hangin' up
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| Man i got bangers like Ante Up
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| I kidnap the amateurs, hit em with punchlines-the hammerins
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| Made in black magic is tragic for challengers
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| I be a anarchist anchored in harrowing passages
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| Tryna get through past the barriers
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| Jettin' at harriers
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| Mandem are angry I’ve never been happier
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| Smackin' a track to piss
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| We take the game like a cancerous ravenous
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| Who said the blame ain’t on you it’s your habitat
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| You got the choice to just act how you wanna act
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| Poisonous actions assassinate character
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| All I’m baggin' up’s music
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| Bruv don’t confuse it
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| I been on this thing since day
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| Still forever reppin' with some new shit |