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Ay, yo Demon time, niggas get slapped with the hand of God (Fuck outta here) To get a stack, we'll sell a smack and try to skim your card Overcame the odds by the grace of Allah, now it’s AMG on the car Me and any comp' faux pas (Uh-huh) With this art of Mozart In Armani coat, blowin' smoke, evolved from tradin’ dough for dope Gordi' gold rope on the dope (Bling) In my lifetime, need a whole lot of cash like skinny Hov on a boat (Money) You niggas flat broke tryna stay afloat The only thing you lames could ever get from me's a pen to take a note Copeless murder, I wrote with the left hand, I'm dope like Jimi Hendrix, six acid tabs and a headband On top but I came from muddy waters like Redman (Uh-huh) Where hustlers get shot or kidnapped by the Fed van Better make your best move your next plan Before I made it through they woulda had to was press hands and check scans (Word) Now we in Japan gettin' bands, diamonds dance Pro'lly be up in the can if I left it all up to chance Eat off every seed that I plant, way too advanced Really the God like [?], left my footprints in the sand I don't follow nobody, I go my own route (Uh-huh) Hold my cell down, keep somethin' to knock a bone out (Bow bow bow) Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout All star player in his own wit’ the gold mouth (Uh-huh) Letras de cancionesNah I don’t follow nobody, I go my own route (Nah) Hold my cell down, keep somethin' to knock a bone out (Bow bow bow) Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout All star player in his own wit’ the gold mouth Ugh I score eighty, write a score like Scorsese (Uh-huh) We puttin' numbers on the board, and way more wavy (Yeah) Big middle finger on the Awake tee You ringworm niggas ain't flea, they highly rate me (Hahaha) A work of art, that's why all these marks try to trace me (Fuck ’em) But they'll never see me like Banksy (Never) Amazing artist but I started out a street fighter like Zangief (Ugh) It was jail, drugs, gangs, grief You know the program Two-steppin' to the rhythm while the Devil try to slow dance Married to the game, toxic romance Niggas think they in my lane, they just roadkill, ain't got no chance (Haha) Possess the power to hold Gs, guns, and more grams Move units like a Rock'n'Roll band Me and the Uzi hold hands, spray your whole clan You understand? *Gunshots* Heh From Letras Mania