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wit a pen and a napkin at the table caddy cornered
I hear the 808s thumpin makin me so badly wanting
To come wit a complete thought, a complete hit
But the songs keep switichin like right wing, here comes the pic
But the other team is me cause im whom I compete with
Not from that hater bitch who hates off me just because
And if I take phrase from klov its just hating in her blood
Most femmes be down with it, most hatin cums from the studs
However, my pussy is the only thing on me that’s soft
See I aint fuckin with yall cuz yall got me turnt off
And I aint talkin hilson, I got a license to carry
So when I get to spraying, these shitty rappers start getting buried
I stay bustin on these bitches, and I aint talkin bout cherries
I’m just talkin bout the connection I get wit no help from larry
Cable if you must, labels get you fucked,
An ocean full of fish and im the one who will chopp you up
Call me Jaws slicing yall up sharper than razors
Put my self on a hook and become the master bater
And yu become assed out I ask my fags for a favor
After I put my dick in yo mouth, and give yo ass something to savor
I know I’m cold, but right now I’ll jus chill on you hoes
Capitalize with the rap, and make a deal with the bros
Make em an offer they wont be refusing
Bc when im the god father , they can’t win for losin
And im in to soothing, the pain with the bang
How does it feel when you think you hard, but yo game is hella lame
You tryna talk about gangsta shyt, which make yall all sound the same
I just talk about my life and shyt and runnin the game
And I come through wit some hellafied choppin
Getting em with my difference Spittin bout some relevant topics
That everyone can relate to
And everything I told yall back in the day done came true
Im doin shyt that you can’t do,
And the only reason why is cuz you you and I aint you
Bitch that’s what you get
Talking all that shyt
Im standing by myself
You always roll with a click
And guess what, my chest wide open
You’ve had plenty of chances to leave my chest soaked with
Blood and bullets, scared to pull it, man you full of rubbish
The only reason you rap now is because you use to love it
Now you in love with fame,
My music soulchild don’t change


Let me calm down and not even trip off sum petty bullshit
Bc narrow it only cum from narrow minded bitches
Trippin off of some clothes that I got on
Tryna keep my angels wings, but theymake it easy for me to plot on
Hold up because these niggas be on the same topic
Walkin around like they got big nuts knowin they microscopic