| Gunning and running, they listen in abundance
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| Crews I’ve wrecked hundreds, many cyphers got pummeled
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| Refuse to lose the battle so I slaughter them like cattle
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| I abuse and bruise, they scramble
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| Know the flow too much to handle
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| Attack a track remember that
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| Most these cats lack the knack
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| For rapping man these jacks be wack
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| And most they raps keep falling flat
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| Witness the vision and get this conditioned
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| Flow so efficient and gifted like Christmas
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| Bars so vicious and malicious
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| Go hard scarring competition
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| Go ballistic
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| So ambitious, ain’t no stroke of fiction
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| Limit your bitching or be lifted from your broke dimension
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| Spitting facts, stacking up racks
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| I been a mack
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| Ripping stats, collecting plaques
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| Man my team been so stacked
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| Dissing kids, splitting wigs
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| Man we get ridiculous
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| Perfidious, these hypocrites don’t want a lyricist
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| Never fumble the numbers, rappers be ducking for cover
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| Never stumble we brothers
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| N.E. |
| we running the summer
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| I said we running the summer
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| Hear us rumbling coming
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| Now I can’t fumble the come up |
| Tryna double my commas, let go of everyone bumming
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| Y’all my brothas but just existing ain’t giving me nothing
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| When I blast the speakers loud you know that we up to something
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| For anybody who want it
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| Yeah we got it speaking like a prophet no not Muhammad
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| Putting on for the ones, know that I keep it a hundred
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| Catch me stunting when I walk in, green in my pockets
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| Leaning and coughing, the weed got me lost in
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| My coffin, when I die they better hot box it
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| I’m boxing, Ali in his prime, or Steve Austin
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| Stone cold, triple H don’t fold
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| Pearly gates, will I reach em, I just don’t know
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| Let’s forget about it, got all the time in the world
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| We can contemplate our fates after this ganga gets smoked
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| I’m on the same shit, I’ve been the same way
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| Locked in my cave, writing stories like my namesake
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| But now the flame lit, get on my wavelength
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| Don’t want the glory, I’m not in it just to claim fame
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| I need the music, seeping out my soul, it’s therapeutic
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| I’m so lucid, dreaming living life so clueless
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| I abuse it, keeps me sane when I’ma lose it |
| I’m Rasputin, a little crazy but I’m goofy
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| Extra loopy, smoking chilling on the roof like I’m Snoopy
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| Eyes droopy, bit of a foodie like my name is Scooby
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| Underdog call me Rudy
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| I like an attitude but don’t be snooty
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| I’m an unseen visionary, like Dali and Pimp C
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| I’m like a dignitary
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| We keep it pushing cause this dream is like our missionary
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| Yeah we know that we the shit and this is dysentery
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| Muddy cup bleed through
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| Feeling like Fantasia cause it’s up when I see you
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| Why they can’t catch up cause I’m moving in Evisu
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| Pockets full of honeycombs, something like the bees do
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| Yeah they know how we do
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| Always got the M’s on my mind, I feel like Vegeta
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| My bro got the stick he gon' swing that shit like Derek Jeter
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| I’m waiting on my come up boy you better come and meet me
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| Before I’m getting too much money to see anything but greens
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| They walk in this bitch with the mac and the forty
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| I don’t think they can handle it
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| Call me Kyrie Irving, I’m in this bitch with prime time handling
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| Some shit done left me scarred so much |
| I don’t think they can bandage it
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| But I’m still coming up in this bitch
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| You can pass me the crown, I ain’t coming to ask for it
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| Yeah, in the stars riding on asterisks
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| Why they try to keep up if you moving too fast and shit
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| Always coming first, I ain’t ever seen a last
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| These boys really dummies, why you think they always crash |