| You know I can
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| Spin any MC in the room like fans
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| Any MC wanna try move shift
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| I’ll hop out the whip and leng a man down
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| Man wanna come here hyping to me
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| Drop man out the door with the cheekiest bang
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| Swag MCs wanna talk 'bout war
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| That they never took part in, they ran
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| Still on my same old
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| Dodging them feds in the uniform
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| And looking out for the ones in plain clothes
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| Heat in the rain but there’s no rainbow
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| You can get it anywhere, alley or main road
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| Don’t get it twisted cause I do stage shows
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| I’ll still put wings in your back
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| And give you a halo
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| Real hustlers don’t sleep
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| We get grub, then we go eat
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| More time, on the low from the police
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| Coming round to my block, it’s so peak
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| I remember when I had no P
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| And one Z only
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| Them times, I was tryna stay lowkey
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| phones me
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| Yo, FT
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| You can get yourself effed up
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| When we come through, sets get effed up
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| Big bars tek off your head, heads up
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| Man wanna war me? |
| You won’t get up
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| Man must’ve thought that he can’t get touched
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| Don’t get it twisted cause I look sweet
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| Cause you’re looking in my face and you can’t see cuts |