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This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's This one's for the street team that's bussing tees This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees This one's for the street sweepers touching keys Kodak moment, let's get a pic of it Bro that 'fro that's hench, get a trim innit On back roads, no feds, just wingin' it Yo that flow that's dead get rid of it Can't find you on the beats no more and Can't see man on the streets no more and Can't find man on no sold out tour, HTTP error, 404 Xbox, I don't play no more PC master race, say no more Killer Instinct, instinctive killer When you see me with Jago sword Rave sold out, need to be quicker Bait so now tints a bit dimmer Hey slow down, speed's a big killer Bait so loud, check the wing mirror Wasted Ps on expensive sheets, on my bed 'Cause I sleep, when I'm dead My wife gets to enjoy them but Me? I done said That I sleep, when I'm de-, nah bun that Literally cremate me and send my ashes into outer space Letras de canciones'Cause I'm out of place I said This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's This one's for the street team that's bussing tees This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees This one's for the street sweepers touching keys Top Eight on Myspace, stop begging it Not taking my place nah, forget it Stop wasting time, yeah hotstepping it I'm not snaking my mates, I'm repping it Boy Better Know, my fee went up 'cause I don't do shows Making bucks just jamming at home Put my feet up and wiggle my toes Man are out here all thinking they're hot 'cause they got couple views on the computer Man are out here chatting like I'm not hot though 'cause I'm not a drug abuser Man are out here aiming for the top like they're actually a born shooter Man are out here gunning for my spot but with the accuracy of a Stormtrooper Cameras flash me, man's in the bus lane like a taxi Durag and braids, yeah, that's me I got the whole rave in the backseat Badman with the shades that's Maxi When I walk on stage don't at me Man's A-A-A like an adlib Man's A-A-A like a battery This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's This one's for the street team that's bussing teens This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees This one's for the street sweepers touching keys From Letras Mania