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Uh-huh, uh-huh (Haha) Yeah Back again, yeah Uh, yeah I see these niggas love cappin', tell the truth, they try to spin it Lie, they love you like a hero, tell the truth, you be a villain Play my new shit in the office, blow the roof from off the buildin' (Haha) Any time I drop some new shit, means I'm due to make a killin' Look, Jae Skeese my accomplice, and we leave evidence A trail of niggas blood on the floor, a couple set of prints I'm heaven-sеnt, God of the grimy, this the new tеstament (Yo) Perfection been reflectin' on my record since I stepped in this shit (Talk to 'em) Bunch of six-figure cars parked at my residence, the Lanvins leopard print (Ah) FN on the hip, bitch, my presence is a gift Scientists can't calculate my impact, no instrument of measurement exists (Woo) I had a hall-of-fame career, I'm settin' records in this bitch (Woo) And I would definitely spit in the face of one of these niggas (Ha) Lil' bro (Yeah), you a steppin' with a switch, let it rip That shit be loud, watch how definite it get (Yeah, Machine, yeah, uh-huh, that's right, talk that talk) I'm crossin' border lines, rockin' metallic Jordan 5's (Uh-huh) Meteoric's how I describe my sort of rise That's from creatin' fire like neanderthals in prehistoric times So hot, open wounds get cauterized Letras de cancionesI've been focused on my targets like an ox's eyes Tryna go from skirt steak to porterhouse inside my portion size Rappers talkin' importin' drugs, those be exported lies Statements, they be falsified But, anythin' I speak on wax, I stand on it You know my shit is fortified, Timbs with the embroidered 45 I killed him and I left him mortified (I killed him) Three-fifties like back to school season, nigga, I bought supplies When I say I'm destined for Ms, I'm talkin' off the nine That broke shit was torture, like the waterboarding kind I drowned it out, and DrumWork, that's what the sound about My author lines got me immortalized (Uh-huh) These verses is dome shots, they leave you scatterbrain, disorganized With shorter lives, the impact Like haymakers, I'm makin' top and bottom drawers Divide the separation of Jordan Mids and Jordan Highs I swear to God, this where we draw the line, look (I swear the God) And every bar is carved with glass shards, leave 'em with black scars These sentences is infinite like limits on them black cards Two of the illest at large, Machine and Skeese If we speak, you must respect it as law Hard as the asphalt, it's DrumWork (Nigga) From Letras Mania