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Tyre marks, tyre marks, finish line with the tyre marks When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave Ugh, walking on water and running on waves God MC I'm a guide you guide and see There's never no Ozzy me If I hide and see, I'm a block away Fire marshalls moving in Marshmellows inside my pen Sweet sixteens, got sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I'm so appalled, with a prototype with a guy now protocol You an amateur, they wanna protocol I damage ya on camera in Compton, in Canada I don't care where ya are Just spit twice and I'm there where you are Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat in an ocean of sharks bout to come up short What in the park, throw crack rock, like bam bam nigga have two grams nigga pay your nook, Blam blam nigga, have the black cam, dipset killa Cam nigga Killers, been around shit but your momma and your bitch Shoved out the kush when your mom was like six Uncle bobby got the house ready back in 06 Kick in the dough, K was in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick. Mom in the bathroom poppa at work Happened on sunday we shoulda went to Church Look at my shirt, Polo on it It's gon sell if my logo on it I fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw a spirit at the omen Letras de cancionesYou looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, high Power HP, in ya face like HD And I spit like a HK I'm a shop like a H3 HUBCITYADNYG Problem ain't hoody nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga Cause I'm oging out with a fist raised and a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade with a democratic politician from CA They don't wanna see a B-L-A-C-K making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ Give us some free j's put us in PJ's Now we in the county jail calling for a threeway, God-Damn, your call Marketing base where the god damn barcode stuck in the street was dark like Harpo Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go Although I'm in the land of milk and honey Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain All the niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit Get it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit Like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to summer I'm being myself, my BFF is a BMW With your BM in it and your stash box glove and a medicine that the doctor gave a nigga won't help I'm at the limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish at a level with a Black belt I bet it everywhere every rapper get killed Bra, bra, bra, where da knife at, cut cut where ya life at Your careers over, he's slumped over Everyone beating on, I'm sober That's a new flow, [?] gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the year and I sumo and I rap here Not a rapper, I'm a raptor, that's a T-Rex and a V-neck for the rapture I'm a factor and your facial I'm a fracture to a fraction No one half and I hate math Pastor's like Eddie long, fucking maricone Get me mighty low and get here Nigga Fuck From Letras Mania