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You niggas might be aight but I'm more goody This hip hop shit is a sport to me I'm Bill [?] in a porch hoodie Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist The way I manoeuvred into this game They ain't even opened the door fully Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies Literally, fuck a metaphor A blind man can see that my team is ahead of yours So I ain't gotta check the score [?] two crates at the record store I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee See I can catch a bullet randomly Or OD on medication and never become the legend I plan to be It's a very thin line between genius and insanity I walk the tight rope Shall I fall? I hope to end it all on the right note For this shit that I write bro I get a check and I don't mean spell checking for typos This ain't a essay I paid the cost to be the [?] More work and less play And now a nigga polished Funny since they kicked me outta college I been kicking knowledge Far from consciousness Letras de cancionesNigga with a guilty conscience Part of my mental was built on nonsense So I be with the fuck shit That's why at every function while all you niggas jumping I'm in this bitch with my back against the wall And a strap in my draws for niggas yapping they jaws Shorty grabbed me by my hand and said I never dance Then asked if I'm nervous I just don't want this shit to fall and pop myself Like a [?] Your flow compared to mine is like match to a furnace So I pay more in taxes than what you actually earning Factual learning I'm the captain of this ship 'Fore I ride a nigga wave, I'll capsize this bitch And yo ass might get drenched Like a baptising shit But ain't no pass, it's just a black guy with a stick Get jacked riding in a six Candy pane, got 'em looking like a sweet lick To a broke nigga thats a cheap face Man is a maze to compete with 40 calibre, it ain't your calendar Challengers lining up for your Challengers or Camero Ride for your dinero You better play scarecrow I hollow tips outta that barrel Ripping through a [?] I keep it real thorough Let you niggas play Will Ferrel I'm a wheel barrow Push through the ales and perils to see if the grass is greener Niggas still gotta stash the nina Me and tick passing weed and mashing through Pasadena Off the lit I'm surprised we ain't crashed the Beamer Pardon my brash demeanour The freshman to the outclass, the class of seniors And they ain't even a masters genius West mile just a mast of demons Strike game to the casket We'll never let the cash between us, uh From Letras Mania