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How can you niggas even question this, huh, huh?I'm a mother fucking perfectionistHuh, huh, weak raps, we kill'em nine linesFuck these cats, we kill'em nine timesThe dogs is on alert, so be awareIf you niggas plan on making it to the top,I see you there!And since the industry ain't being fairYou gotta be yo own machine, up incomers be preparedFuck these niggas, I'll take them aliveI'll raise hell, get 'em a casket and take 'em to GodThese for my nigga shackled up that's taking a rideShooting back at the LAW taking a trialWe got the white weed and water, we're taking immortalsGotta be consistent, try to balance while I'm raising mydaughterDrinking liquor with my niggas in the hood up to no goodSipping Barney, shooting dice fuck your bitches, burn thewoodsRob the banks and run that dirty money, nigga!Just like an eagle getting birdie money, huhAKOP I'm blow a couple of banksI just wanna fuck one time, you go right back and love yomanAnd these young niggas know they can't fuck around when Iget on my shitLetras de cancionesA long way from my shit, drop it then hop on my dickThey say who better, say who better, yeah you're fuckingcrazyGrown man up in this booth, you're just a fucking babyUh, How can fucking niggas question meI'm the chef, I cook it up, I got the recipeLocksmith after the flip, I got an extra keyBlow sick and fuck around and be the death for me!These haters wanna rifle meThese feds wanna indite meNor the niggas wanna like meLike I'm reaper, but I got my deserts eagal, come and get meDon't let me! Get the dropout ill emptyThe whole clip on niggas, super soak them like a jet skiWe are definitely on that job 24/7Like a factory, your mouth runs 24/7 like a track meetI got more money, more weaponsAnd it sound like heaven whenever me and the track meetFlow strong athlete, go long, go strongGo hard pro active just like I had acneInstead of trying to clique with me,these niggas try to clap me.Instead of trying to sit with me, these niggas try to splatmeThey're trying to get at me, never let 'em over lap meThey can't out rap me, can't out class meGetting money off music bastard, we are...With this chick name Cassie, fuck a doggie like lassieLeave our ass ashy, leave Her calf muscle strampyCause she ride me like a banshee, but she still look fancyBut we're still crooks, we see dough we get and she fuckI sound like those fuck niggas that try to jam me butback to business, back to rapping for the familyWe are like Tim Allen, keep tools handyDon't stay polished so we visit islandsI'm critically a claimed dominator for a Grammy, lets go! From Letras Mania