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Still in the spin like baggage claim, a savage aim My niggas had the cane so you know we had to gain Shit, we could of had the game, fuck it I'm good though All I need's a hot plate, wife, and a good ho I'll kill you with a block of ice and melt the evidence You wasn't shit, me doing that is like benevolence The fly shit I block can give life to dead presidents Blow a few stacks and have 'em run up in your residence See blacks, browns been eatin' sea bass oscar Lookin' like my family reunion Now we sippin' wine like we takin' communion God bless No confusion Lord we understand all Never politic with polic my nigga stand tall Corduroys all lookin' like our fathers Soak up sopping, came through holding revolvers Half my leg covered in suede, I stay paid Got fam in the county of Dade, I'm from New York though Talk low, eagle hawk flow, can talk though He sport low, ancient changed i'm still maneuvering The MAC or the AK which blicka to use Fuck it the desert eagle, 4-5th what I choose Even though the 5th got a little kick when it boom But I'm used to this shit, I be blickin and smooth Lift up your roof, bust a nigga when I'm grippin' this tool Letras de cancionesKill every beat I'm on, I consistently do you Said you sick as me That don't make sense to me dude Cause I been nice since elementary school Lyrically- who fuckin' with me? I ain't make it on the list, but it's cool Every verse I write is like a brick of some food I'm descended, removed industry dudes The niggas that dress like bitches And the niggas that figure it's cool They like Machine, none of these niggas official as you Cause the shit I rap about is the shit that I do In real life, if I green light it, missiles gettin' through Fuck up out of my way, let my niggas get through Motherfucker From Letras Mania