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Rap so down pat, need a pat down When I walk in, that's the motherfuckin' rap style Got a whole stick, 'cause I wanna cut the H out It's insultin', I could go another eight rounds If I was writin' the shit that you bitches put out I prolly would look like a Jesus (Ha) I drop a single, could make an entire EP In the same time it took to complete it (Bitch) Rappers are packin' a heater around me I guess I'm too cold, is it my demeanor? Secretin' an uneasy feelin' around 'Cause you know I could go hard if I really need to Increase your streams, yeah, go pay a fee, 'ya Turned to animal, feedin' your ego Rappers thе fastest to run with the trends Is it rеally surprisin' they call you a cheater? Debate me, motherfucker, all 'yo points blank Shit is fuckin' hollow and so follows is a hollow-point Shot at point blank, see you got no response And what you do? Go result to violence so pronto In the booth, a gun can negate my life But I promise, it will not negate the truth (Hell nah) Trios in action, we hold a faction Spittin' a verse just to reload the passion Freshen my breath with the mint in a Tic Tac Flip it, spit fire, see that is my tactic (Buh, buh) Letras de cancionesSlippery slidin', so slick with the rap shit In an asylum, so sick, that he rabid (Bttttt) Rap it so fast, but I'll never eat grass But I'll load up my shit and I'll make you eat pellets Let me into the game, gotta barge in the door Hit you motherfuckers twice as hard as before They will send shots, subs par for the course But ignore it, it won't blow, it's sub par on the chorus Sharp as a sword, and you talk shit to me Get the goons that you sent me and then drop down some cheese Send 'em back with a bigger bag, not gonna flee Put a price on my head and got popped by your Gs! One by one line 'em up, take a step back Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman I get the party rockin' shawty, take a seat Don’t wait for me, I’m comin' (Yeah) Right after I lethally lace this beat I'ma raise the heat to a hundred They ain’t with me, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em) Tey really ain’t nothin', I’m a beast I'm who they keep huntin' But I stay in front and y’all can’t stand it It fucks with y'all so much That I’m ahead, well, I'ma lap 'em (What?) Got the lead in the chamber All that’s left to do is cock the hammer (Chk-chk) Man, y’all better pray to god That you don’t lose or exhaust that stamina I ain't goin' against the law, you’re Just another victim to this canon (Ugh) Finna please a fandom when I go release this phantom Bitch, this shit's as easy as it gets I’m keepin' the distance massive I’m in desperate need of a challenge And these wack ass rappers ain't even average Too damn passive to even practice on But they keep me laughin' (Ha) Allowin' me to open my mouth was such a bad mistake You a bitch like Andrew Tate (Bitch) Bald ass with the face of a Manta ray So guess who’s back again To wreak havoc on a track again (Yeah) Beat the crap outta rap again You can’t do wrong if you add two As Yo' bitch is ahead of the head game (Yeah) I’m ahead of the pen game (Oh) Welcome to the end game Got 'yo head bleedin' red, there ain’t no escape I could take it down a notch but I’d rather not 'Cause I’m tryna explain you ain’t survivin' this exchange And like Eddie, your cry for help’ll get left on read, mane So Checkmate, hoe, you ain’t movin' no piece (What?) See the way I abuse these beats (Huh?) How could you think that I’d lose in a beef? (Bitch) Bitch, I bruise and release with the usual ease You can’t escape, you’re too stupid to leave In the midst of a confused industry And I’m here to stay, ain't gotta prove anything (Nah) One by one line 'em up, take a step back Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman By now, I'm sick of this shit Y'all better pack up, how hard y'all trippin' Look at my wrist, don't got a Rolex Only time ever tells you will never fold X Not on my watch, so I'm gonna blow next Hand C4 to my ops, hold this Go before you are dropped on sight Spend your days in a care home, bitch Bet you will become a tragedy Bigger than Death Row dying in agony I wouldn't sign to a label That can't even make up a marketing strategy Shit is just laughably fuckin' up! Should've been kept in a state of mortality I hate to point any fingers But you know he doesn't have place for morality I been busy writing letters to myself When I read 'em back to you You'll see I'm in this better route I won't need to stop the show And I won't need to take a bow I'm immortal with this flow Keepin' me movin' out around I've been about these hardships I know that you want this hard shit Ever since I learned I could rap Felt I could pick my targets Oversaturation If you got skill, wanna craft a paycheck You ain't gonna last through the first engagement Fifty other guys wanna get your placements "I'm another rapper, there's too many They won't even lend me out two pennies I can make a fraction, never get traction I am fuckin' destined for poverty I'll live with it, but I wanna get rich from the penmanship I'll do what I want, fuckin' tend to it Yeah, even my mind gotta bend a bit" I start wars, though time sticks I stay tall, man, fuck the tea Like Star Wars, ho, I'm 6' 6", I say all can fuckin' cease You make one, I'ma make one better Take my work, you can take my cheddar Don't think I won't shoot back when I'm fully stacked With my name plastered in gold letters One by one line 'em up, take a step back Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman From Letras Mania