| Luchini coming from the sky
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| You can’t quit, boy
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| We pop the corps in a
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| Boy, boy, boy, go
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| I’m wanted for spitting but it ain’t about me
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| Now it’s all about the presentation and the timing
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| Low quality, media, video
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| And in a main presence, mainstream
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| Welcome to the rap game, now you’re on the radio
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| DJ spinning the record, you hate it though
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| DJ spinning your record, but they wouldn’t recognize it
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| Had a month ago, just started praying a day ago
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| Niggas ain’t addicted but I feel like they’re trying to block me
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| Stop me from getting to the go
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| Try to stop me from reaching to the go
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| Me and my Dali girl, we'when it’s cold
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| She leaves on her way but she’s sitting on her toes
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| Caught on the camp floor
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| Caught on the dance floor
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| You can’t sleep with it until
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| Father like grando, I feel like shit
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| You should fly the bando
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| A lot of niggas say
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| They started it real low
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| up town, showing my city real low
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| Fucking my apartment, that’s my fan, wow
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| We’re putting the problem
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| From the hand to the bran, though
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| And I’m the motherfucking leader
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| If you swallow them fucking haters
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| I will drip your fucking leaders
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| I ain’t fucking with you
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| But you ain’t fucking with me either
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| Both niggas are rappers
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| You are some kind of motherfucking divas
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| Getting on my security I still got on my features
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| Still shining, still walking with that walk
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| And I ain’t even got a date yet
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| Couple of niggas might have passed me
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| But they didn’t say anything
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| And that’s a promise motherfucking nigga
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| Ima make it right |