| Woo
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| It’s your man V-Styles
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| Yo
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| My man MoSS
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| Yo
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| Yeah, Simpson, yeah, yo
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| Ha, damn
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| Don’t take it personal, every verse is so versatile
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| Homie my punch line be turning them black and purple
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| Look, I get abusive when it come to this music
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| You sounded better muted me vs you is like
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| Humors vs muters you you spark I defuse it
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| You already knew this cause when I blow I’m a newget
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| Every track I show my ass like a nudist
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| Who this? |
| The young nigga that’s the talk of the town
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| Who doubting my sound? |
| That’s like hoping the dog finna drown
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| That’s impossible, sick and I should be locked in the hospital
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| This is a hostage note to anyone who had doubt that I was dope
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| Watching closely as they OD, promethazine and codeine
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| You mother fuckers down they feel like they on leave
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| I give them what they needed they feed us so I’m it
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| You’ll want his good so I ain’t stopping until somebody bleeds
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| Shit I bit worm when I put y’all on notice
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| 'Cause playing with money is like playing with my emotions
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| Integrity, I’m from the gritty
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| Where cops sport T
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| Integral sweater I swear nobody better
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| The gray sweats where my gun kept
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| I keep composure, compulsive, I’m camoflauge
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| You can’t feel your pulse
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| I’m supposed to push foreign cars, support the cause
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| My comma sweet as karma
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| Varsity jacket like Kevin Arnold in my wonder years
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| You’re still wondering bling check with the flow
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| I filled numbers in I been in a mountain filled shit
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| You and your feeling my nigga 5 four appeals
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| I beat the case and then broadcast it like Kacy kase them
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| Champagne by the case Balenciagas lace them
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| Bitches I never chase them they understand my story
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| Blue diamond morning glory ghetto glamorous
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| Shot glasses half a glance at this gun room Michigan
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| Cardia glasses bling canvases I paint a vivid picture
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| I’m a bomb detonated, yo my flows explode
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| You like an empty six shooter with no time to reload
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| I flick your light punk I know how to fight
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| If you don’t know you can kiss it good night
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| I’m a magnet to those chicks come around watch them stick
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| With little brother up on my end yeah they feeling it
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| See hip hop and weed see we form a collinist
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| Stay away from fake gangster fake ain’t running shit
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| My energy is untamed after this then we bring the pain
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| Swag niggers your words are stupid dumb
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| All my sleep weary yea I get loud
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| Fight for my beliefs always stand proud
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| See the ring you will be kissing if you don’t
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| You will be missing in the trunk of a catti
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| Yea I know you be pissing
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| You should have swallowed your pride
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| You should have listened
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| Your time it haven’t risen
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| I get up every morning knowing there is another eye to even out
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| I reach my destination there is no time in sleeping now
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| Just when niggers think it was safe to be garbage artiste
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| They started becoming targets and now they really departed
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| I’m here now and this is my inauguration I’m finally in office
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| And I ain’t letting up off of one wanting to be bosses
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| The ones that usually talk like they are the hardest or the softest
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| You just wait until you see their face dripping like Leo faucets
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| I am from the same city as J dilla a real killers behind me
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| From south west detroit to H Pilla so don’t disrespect will
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| Be tolerated back off or get glamorated gold squawk consolidated
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| Yes I’m a beast on so many levels with the soul of a rebel
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| And a God flow I’ll never give my soul to the devil
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| A mars you know exactly what to do with knee kill
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| V williams John Conor spitting the sickest of flu
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| They emotional when the cat is awake
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| And rats happily play back in the day we stay in the area
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| Cruise the avenues mentality of wounded animals survival mode
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| I dropped your body like a domino no acting when in drama mode
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| The flow is no comical nah I’m walking pneumonia
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| The target is stone kill I flow and I’m so to supreme
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| And I know team come parted at the scenes
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| I got ties that won’t slack they vest up
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| That’s how you get them dressed up press what
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| We don’t respect your rules we keep slipping in the vest
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| And wet your dos you fall in this box standing back
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| When I go from man to man maniac
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| I’m emotional |