| This the one, baker squad
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| Verse up, Dafi
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| Yo I’m in it for the chicken
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| Popeyes, if you looking from a distance
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| I despise jealousy and cruel intentions
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| If you speakin' ill about us, get a hospital visit
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| L.A. Confidential be twistin'
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| My vision hella different
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| The venom in your dissin', what you talkin' about?
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| Big dogs barking the house
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| That MC’s rough take a bite outta crime, nigga
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| DMC run the beat like a track meet
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| Cash from grease the currency is strange
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| Money on the brain, brain from the honey
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| It’s funny, sometimes life has a strange way of formin'
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| Fortify the fortress, forty in the thirty-eight
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| Birdy in the safehouse
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| Courtesy of murder base
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| You fuckin' sweet, you should eat a cake
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| I’m on the peak, got to see the lake
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| Stereo shredder, imperial rhythm, serial killa
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| Who think they more better
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| Give ‘em blues like Cynda Williams
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| Blaze a Spike Lee joint outside of the building
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| Grindin' like Anthony Mosley
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| Keepin' my mind on a million
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| Fuck any man that oppose me
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| Let ‘em all dance with the demons
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| Ima two-step with the angels
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| Either way god is a DJ
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| Been rocking rooms since sock and shoes (?)
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| Samiyam, no Dr. Seuss
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| Panoramic optic views, my third eye is incomparable
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| One fifth of Moscato, she pussy poppin', remarkable
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| Tell her ball for ball, I’m a star with the Aristotle flow
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| Verse will rock the party like Paul Bacardi on all these hoes
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| No autographs, no articles
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| And never Instagram where the guala (?) goes
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| I shine like I got a glow
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| You light every time you spoke
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| In my mind, you’re a mynah, bro
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| On the rise like a spinal cord
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| My insides are kinda cold
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| Your insides vagina mold
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| Either die or design a clone
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| Verse up |