| I’m runnin up on you, whether you packin or not
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| Whether I’m packin or not, wit the intent to flatten your knot
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| Shinin like ten diamonds, I been rhymin
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| I write shit the pen guides it, spittin harder then ten hydrants
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| Firin on who tryna take mine, this nigga here
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| Send you around, let it spin you around on the ground waist high
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| I’m too authentic, I’ll end it soon as you walk in it Who wanna holla, you get swallowed in a New York minute
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| And if ya record is Gold, then stay on ya goals
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| If ya Platinum listenin to me, stay on ya toes
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| Yo they done it now, I’m over the edge, these niggas wanna stay underground
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| (Why) that’s why the money’s over thier heads
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| In doubt I be rowdy, I’m possibly the hottest since the Rakim odessey
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| Got niggas saying How does he do it
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| Ayo I gotta be, cause ain’t a nigga hotter than me Go head lie to me, say you know somebody, and I demolish him
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| Dead up, I got rhymes to make you shut up Havin you doubtin yourself, as to why you even have your head up I shit on, ever contender I pick on Cause whenever it's on, I'm comin wit different levels to flip on Dope |
| — whether you like it or not
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| Give off somke in a cypherin spot, cause I’m liquid nitrogen hot
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| You ain’t did nothing I ain’t done, if you ever said something dope
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| I ain’t said yet, it’s prolly on the tip of my tongue
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| I’ve had it wit y’all, tryna bring static and brawl
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| Either I’ma kill you, or you ain’t make me made at all
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| Phony-fuck cliques could suck dick, you know only Royce 5'9
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| Spit only rough shit, when it comes to the Tony Touch shit
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| It’s over consider this laced, I’ll probably be the first nigga
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| To get a hip-hop quotable on a mixtape
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| What, yo Royce 5'9, Detroit shine time, Bad and Evil comin soon |