| Aiyo we do this for real
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| Ain’t no grand standing
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| We ain’t tryna showboat
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| Cats who showboat leave the spot with no throat
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| Boss on the beat, come on
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| Sickest to ever do it, no ifs, buts or maybes
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| Came before my time like a premature baby
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| Passing your sight level by mashing the right pedal
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| They thought I had a grill but it was chewed up mic metal
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| I’m thresher than rain water, you ain’t ready for a dose of this
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| Catalog longer than a fat dude’s grocery list
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| Still I’m never changing up, your career’s flaming up
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| Like a winter coat in mid-July, you need to hang it up
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| Once my enemy starts pretending he hard
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| I get madder than Kanye when he don’t win an award
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| When my throat starts clearing watch them killer lyrics start appearing
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| Dirty labels tryna sign me like I’m hard at hearing
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| The known rebel, for ordinary I won’t settle
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| I’m so clever I can’t even reach my own level
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| Original bars, I’m sick like I’m out of meds
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| I heard you paying for your lines like a powder head
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| Turn the lights out on 'em, turn the lights out on 'em
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| Anybody think they rough on the mic, I want 'em
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| If he ever raise up and try to fight back with me
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| I’ma make sure they see you getting mic slapped quickly |