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"Take a walk" "I gotta change the reel" "I said fuck off!" Ayo Ayo Fuck these niggas yo Ayo Three shots left his stomach out Dome-ass nigga, these ain't coming out Niggas tying rope around your fam yo With shooters so high the nigga won't land yo Wrist a hundred grand yo All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh Whipped the work, so incredible Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord SB skater on a hater Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker Don't get embarrassed by the merits Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan Boston crab, the whole slab Before I go broke, I'll get the mac and the mask Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch Letras de cancionesThis margiela on Mad Max Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat Niggas doubted, now they pay homage New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college Ayo, do the knowledge Ayo, peace to Knxwledge You niggas garbage Fuck y'all niggas yo Niggas ain't shit man These niggas garbage Fendi monster shit for me and my conglomerate I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that's dominant Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents Most of these rap niggas living in they momma's shit They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke I blick until you lose consciousness A high school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate Degree, I'm what's popping bitch you opposite to me 2016 nobody jotted hotter shit than me You see I dotted my "i"'s and now I got it to a tee My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free Like, fuck the bag they don't need it They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it Like three days later, now they're comparing me to Jesus I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga You should find those in the bible I don't think no rapper can fuck with me Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me Fifty round sticks just to air out your fuckery From Letras Mania