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featuring Danny Brown (Verse) Saw me rappin rappin and if a nigger ain’t dappin Show respect, I’m the greatest Oh, shit, I killed the latest. I don’t give a fuck if you got to build your dollars Your rhymes are cheap, you at least are poor trying. You’re serving in my work, no rap guys curse you, When judgment day’s up on you, reality’s a virtue I walked a thousand miles while I wrote a thousand rhymes Cross miles to faces, place labels for me through lines. I don’t give a fuck a dirty be trait nigger And at the burb I show up whether I switch your ass, nigger. Say bitch, I’m still hungry, they’re acting like I made it, I make it to my momma, fucking sitting on some make ups I’m a motherfucking trait in a boot, you niggers know Pour it at a century, decades later they’re glowing It’s of a noble price proud for what I be saying Say I write it with the speech I be straight here with ecstasy. Source on my stack cause my last partner burned me, Ashtray, jump ahead forcing an orgy. When I pull a blind hoe sniffing on that whit shit So much Caucasian pussy start to think that I mix But I be writing that shit, have you rappers pissed Like I ain’t think of it so once I thought of that shit. Letras de cancionesRhymes are real, but I wrote and on the type of vomit, With the mic GG Allen whipped his ass with. I carry the cross for anybody lost but find in a rhyme Days of no sunshine like the maze in my mind. No enter or exit, ethereal anorexic Be a part of the lexic, naughty nature track shit I think about my next rhyme like you think of your next dime, I’m the future and the present, I am there in time. My OG told me I be loud since our last bar so I rap that said, suck my dick all you. The motorcity with motorboats that pound it or more precise Australia Looking for the blindess Still be chains and the neuly last term And she liked my shoes, so I put an anarchy stir, As the hybrid as I roll and he provide it Keep the shit on me, nigger hood, got baby diaper They hitting the carress like a DC sniper, raised off on hot dogs, got em and slice em. I’m hotter than I drink wines with refer, Rest in peace, baby, but no GOT in my life When I reach my faith and I’m standing at my gates I gotta be proud, said dang with you was great. But you’re on the nigger’s butt, say you want an explanation. Big turn in the grave, an earthquake in grenada When bun said a tear with her I came for a wheep When big L get upset and start tornado intriest. From Letras Mania