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Actually, that was pretty dope man (Ayo) I can't even lie man Ayo, I got game, plenty Talk shit, reload the semi Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny I got Mastro money, boy your pockets on Denny's I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team Supply the fiends Dolla bills by any means Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen It's like my life was written through a murder scene Even in my early teens I saw a guy on thе corner gettin' high when a stray bullеt from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes) Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (woo) I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what? Hip-Hop baby, body rockin' you know what it is! Shit hard! Dark! Ha ha, you should be concerned Yeah yeah motherfucker, you know it's me (you should!) Smoking back-to-back dutches My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your fuckin' body into stuffing Letras de cancionesDressed like I'm doing construction Off one leg, jump through the fuckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li Don't interrupt my thang, sweet In left in the fridge where they hang meat My bitch will kick you with strange feet A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat Call dice of pre-Colombian queens Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo Cash jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine Way before a motherfucker haven't turned seventeen I'll leave you in the heaven scene Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy Could have been in soup or a tacho My push colder than a bowl of gazpacho Commemorate me with a statue Fuck the world, written on the tattoo Man I be smoking mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid) Motherfucker, you know it's me From Letras Mania