| You’re now in tuned to the kid who made levels to fly
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| Walking on eyes with precision take a blink and i rise
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| Dragging these minds to my dungeon of rhymes
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| Toast to the summertime plenty murders going down as i shine niggas was built
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| for more than early deaths
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| Missing the steps
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| Too focused on making switches than relieving the stress
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| Be the best cousin, the rest buzzing but my shit magnified
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| Koopsta knicca feel like dragonfly, the set been tatted for years
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| I shifted gears now these niggas bout to drown in they tears
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| I worked hard for the shit that you hear
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| So fuck ya ratings, fuck your opinion and fuck your minions
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| My real life popping i ain’t gotta check mentions
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| Leave the simping for the simping niggas
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| I ain’t judging i just never been a simping nigga
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| Well maybe once but everybody learn from that shit
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| I never hustle backwards and facts kid
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| Monopolize your whole shit then flip it
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| The power u was in the pudding, i had to set it aside
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| But ate it later then the uber arrived
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| Dominoes with the set, play daft punk to get her wet
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| The shit i whisper curl toes before i bring up sex
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| You’re now fucking with the god’s advocate
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| Bummed a maverick and smoked it with the janitor his wife was a bitch
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| The nigga broke but she still in his pockets
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| You wonder why that nigga got that lock pick
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| I never hustle backwards and that’s facts kid
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| Monopolize your whole shit then flip it |