BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions
- To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions
- Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, ’cause listen
- Where I'm from, the bullets feed the ones that's starvin' for attention
- She say, "He hella smart, I would've sworе he went to Princeton"
- Not quitе, but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention
- That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'
- No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with the wrenches
- I think fast ’cause niggas that be tardy get detention
- Your soul lookin’ down over your body in suspension
- The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous
- Bitch, I came up 'round addiction, seen like forty interventions
- Your shit ain’t addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image
- Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in your audience is bitches
- And white boys mostly, niggas know a verse from Cole be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition
- The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen
- You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen
- Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a nigga bag
- But that don’t make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
- Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
- Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop
- This the Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock
- More plugs than these niggas use to fill a bald spot
- And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up
- I got bars forever, nigga, never will a call drop
- No hammer like a mall cop
- Still the hardest nigga on the planet earth from January first until the ball drop
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