| I’m that freshman acting bad on seniors, going fed on juniors
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| It’s Magno, I’m bout to spread like rumors
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| Keep a chick between my legs, I get mo' head than tumors
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| Having fun in my rhymes, love to spread my humor
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| For instance, I got your bitch mouth in my pants
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| The flow that started like when cheers, try to talk thru a fan
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| Y’all getting Hollywood, can’t even talk to your fans
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| And wonder why you can’t afford, to go to South or to France
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| Listen, I went from a nervous rookie to a calm vet
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| Now I’m loud, moving the crowd like a bomb threat
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| Now-a-days, I get head from entertainers
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| I’m a grown ass man, like Ced the Entertainer
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| So I be talking greasy, like some tacos be
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| Like why your flows outdated, like some Paco jeans
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| Homie step your game up, and build your name up
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| And after that, you still won’t have the same hooks
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| Life’s a race, I’m running through this marathon
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| I stand behind the mic in front of folk, like Louis Farakan
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| With teen speech, my rhymes bring heat
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| My flows moving, like a Martin Luther King speech
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| Got the streets on lock, got the game on probation
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| I could bust a flow at church, and get a standing ovation
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| Cursing and all damn, I’m making all the haters hurt
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| I been playa since flat tops, and alligator shirts |