| Pissin' these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
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| It’s some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
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| If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it’s cool
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| They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know
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| See my lil' niggas got lil' niggas, so I’m a grand-nigga
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| Stand with the same ones I was playing in sand with
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| 90 cent cheeseburger, take half of the sandwich
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| Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion
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| Reporting live from that place between sleep and awake
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| Recording rhymes, catch a vibe until the simplest state, of mind
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| I shine bright, blind? | 
| my sight fine, write my line
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| Fight like a nigga twice my size, I’m twice that guy
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| Enlightened, but I’m light in the ass, but fuck it
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| Stuck that, tucked that, right in the passenger
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| Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular
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| Startin' a massacre, tryna be masculine
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| Give it to the game, no Vaseline
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| Swervin' in your lane, no accident
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| And I’m with the shit, no laxative
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| Then I hit the gas, nigga puff, puff, pass to a pacifist
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| Middle finger fuck your magistrate
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| I’m your Majesty, ancestery
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| Traveled the Middle Passage
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| So I put on for my daddy’s, daddy, daddy, daddy
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| And have my foot on they neck until I’m in the paddy waggy
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| Young shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came
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| From the fame and the change, would he be happy?
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| Or did them broke days sustain some rare habits
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| That in turn invoked a change you can stare at it
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| I’m taking a stab at it, charismatically, satisfactory
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| Spittin'
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| Pissin' these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
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| It’s some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
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| If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it’s cool
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| They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know |