| Aiyyo we get it done, I’m in and out like a hit & run
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| Chances of me fallin off slim and none
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| Wanna take my mic you better get a gun
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| Don’t be fooled; |
| he might seem tough
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| But he only a cream puff, spittin what he dreamed up
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| And on the real I got better unreleased stuff
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| I can’t hear him, Fermat’s last theorem
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| Ran’s the future and y’all so last year with it
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| I creep through the dirt with verses like serpents
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| Worthless jerks get earthed beneath surface
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| Shattered dreams’ll defeat ya purpose
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| Y’all don’t need a proof of purchase — you got it~!
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| Audible narcotics when the R drop it
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| Attackin all topics, how you gon' stop it?
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| Off top, Big Ran the boss, I cost
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| Y’all doodoo with the flow boy — «ready you are not»
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| Yo, let me guess, you the next one to test
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| Soundin all rapademic yeah it’s just another gimmick, 'fess
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| Fans be like «OOOH!» |
| Easily they get impressed
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| By any whack rapper receivin a bit of press
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| I was raised by the culture, tell it sick
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| Like the Conastoga, yo' time is over
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| Circle my prey like some kind of vulture
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| You’re not a soldier, grounded like Folger’s
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| This is real life, not a simulation
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| I’m so bored, I guess I should work for immigration
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| Cause Del said you need to know your limitations
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| 14 years later you’re still imitations!
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| We innovatin, RAHM Nation
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| Not waitin for y’all cats validation
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| We — fully accredited, experts in settin it
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| Don’t wanna be repetitive but y’all ain’t gettin it~!
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| It’s after 12, so you know the beast is out
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| Lovelies give a Lil' Dap when I «Speak My Clout»
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| Pause, cause you don’t know Random beats about
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| I’m official, blow in the cartridge 'til it whistle
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| Old school like Voltron when it’s go time
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| I hold mine without an industry co-sign
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| WHAT YOU DO? |
| Write, produce, the whole nine
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| Never left, been in the building the whole time
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| Sure bet like LT on the goal line
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| Foamin at the mouth cause they know what I’m about
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| No denyin, cold as I am
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| Leave your man with his girl’s shoulders cryin
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| Like laundry rooms when clothes is dryin
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| You padussy rookie — WHOOPSIE!
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| You be the next dude, slingin that the label ain’t push me
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| Got promoters linin up to book me, it’s Mega Ran — what?! |