| Trying to get them cash stacks
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| Pass the doobie, but first ask that
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| Blast off to astronomical space, when they turn up the bass
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| Baby ass go round and round
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| She been eating her greens
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| I’ve been getting my green
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| There’s a space in her waist I’ve been tryna fit in between
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| No disrespect shown or seen
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| But these step infected niggas tryna clone the king
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| And they cling where my nuts swing
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| Usurpers of the throne will remain unseen
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| When I’m on the microphone my style is a smile
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| Shining while you hoes whining and cosigning
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| I’m wild and versatile
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| Your defeat is irreversible
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| I rehearse a flow to curse a foe and throw the first blow
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| The funk is immersed in soul
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| The rhythm take form then we take control
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| Free your mind, your ass will follow
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| Calculate, don’t doubt the great
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| Cause I’m out to take the crown from fakes
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| And pound 'em silly
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| Militant and diligent minded
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| On any rhythm that I’m cosigning
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| When matters get thick
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| Which is cataclysmic
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| Like crashing through bricks and to acting with this
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| I’m cold, y’all frostbitten instantly
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| Fucking with my infantry
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| Sold in a symphony
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| You hoes wanna mention me?
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| Miraculously chapping your lips
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| Mastering what rap is
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| They so illiterate
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| Spit a flow, light up your dome like a cigarette
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| Down to the filter, now you familiar
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| We bum-rushing and crushing
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| Snatching and taxing
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| You cram to understand but you’re band with whacking
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| I could slow up the speed but that’ll hold up the fiends
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| So I’mma show the receipt
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| Give up fo what you need, indeed
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| Heed this speech, ingest it intravenously
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| Main line, I craft the tailor-made lines
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| With a love for this craft that paper can’t buy
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| We thug on you scabs just for breaking our line
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| Cause we pick it and the wickity WICK WICK
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| Wiggity participants forgetting the music perceived industry
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| If you with it then we can achieve instantly
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| If you wizard then there ain’t no defense from me
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| I gets imperial position and attention to the editing
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| Original heredity is heavy and it’s deadly
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| And it’s spreading and it’s heading your way
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| So get ready
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| Whenever I’m into my zone
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| You know Opi- Opi are fighting homes
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| Riding through the streets of Oakland, California
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| Blowing trees and smoking Indica
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| Smoking Indonesia with my people and we about to free your mind
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| Free your mind, your ass will follow
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| Calculate, don’t doubt the great
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| Cause I’m out to take the crown from fakes
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| And pound 'em silly
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| Really for the times that we live
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| Let’s build many never-wrote lines like this shit
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| It’s intricate lines vs. simpleton minds
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| When temperature climbs like Tienanmen crimes
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| I’m hot, y’all mild like cinnamon
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| Shrines I enter them, find my center then
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| Climb right into them
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| Annihilate these nickel and dime
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| Furious styles all mind and more defeminine
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| Blow a hole through your front door, you think you’re picking 'em
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| Watch your back I put your knot on flat |