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Uh, I spit that R.O.C., nothing but crack, bitch Get my cleats 'cause I'm running this rap shit Y'all know me, this ain't nothing but practice I'm running the streets and I'm running this rap shit I got bars, OD, I been running this rap shit I run this bitch like I'm Lamar Jackson, uh Takeover, the breaks over Hit yo' breaks 'cause the race over, I'm the case closer Bust yo' whole fucking face open, that's a makeover Lean make every soda grape soda, purple taste golden Make me have my skaters skate over to your place soldier You a play soldier, you a snakе, you a fake cobra You ain't safe, have thе safe open, I need payola On yo' knees, nigga where the keys? I'm like Beethoven It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test I bring the night to his sunlight and zen to her stress I bring the gun to a fist fight, the dick to her breast She want the cum on her tongue like it's mint to her breath This is grown man BI, R.I.P B.I Nigga, you might be a CI, talkin' to the FBI Big beast to the east-side, now she's on my G5 Fuck on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die Your reach ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough Yo' beach ain't warm enough You ain't been in the throne Letras de canciones'Cause the seat ain't warm enough And nigga, I'm the only one I got the crown on, I'm the goat and you the pony, son Don't let me do it to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it We hit his crib and broke into it, if it's smoke, we blew it We don't believe you, you need more people Ain't shit sweet, boy, you need more Equal You ain't runnin' shit boy feed your Ezekiel All my niggas rich boy, clean no illegal Don't let em gas you, like Tunechi reading Thrasher He won't thrash you 'cause I'll be glad to split your apple, I had to Stab you, chop you up in the bathroom so casual Then drop you off in front of a chapel with candles Detach you, body from soul I need a bigger body and soul, come out of my soul I made a way to the rockiest roads and highway patrol Full speed ahead clean the bread from the sloppiest joes I got it in the hot and the cold, the mud in the rain I stomach the pain, got more bloods than the blood in my veins I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin' but practice OG, I been sonnin' these bastards Double R, no key, got a button for that shit And if y'all don't see, then I'm comin' with graphics Nigga, war no peace, and I'm comin' with caskets Screamin' RIP to everyone in this rap shit Nigga, y'all so sweet and I'm nothing but nasty And I'm runnin' this rap shit, nigga, Lamar Jackson, No Ceilings This is No Ceilings 3 That's right, Lil Wayne And be ready for I Am Not A Human Being 3 The album coming 2021 Another one From Letras Mania