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Earn Yo Place
- Only raising the stakes/steaks cause y’all cattle, pop slug shots and it’ll be your last cackle
- You got dropped, I’m that jackal, y’all smoke pole like a bunch of broke saddles
- And all your jabs get unraveled, fuck a duel, cause it’s comparin’ apples
- To oranges, like Adam and Eve, snatch your rib and you fall staggered
- Got this game clamped like shackles, I crack and flatten yo shit like damp gravel
- So let’s scramble, handle you like tossin’ tiles in scrabble, don’t yap and babble
- Snatched up the blade and felt it slam, might swing it before I split it in 12 small strands
- Snap it back when it’s needing to land, and you know I don’t give a singular damn
- Slice ya deep and peel ya dome like it’s a lotto tab, that’s why y’all get locked in cabs
- And boxed like a grab bag, haul yo ass all the way across the map, yeah
- 21 10 bro, you better tuck that shit in your notepad and switch up the M.O.
- F 22 peelin’ from a second route, tell em run even if you pregnant now
- Slingin’ mud and rage, let it ricochet, boutta catch a murder charge if I catch a stray
- Then earn yo place if you get turned away and start some shit that get a person sprayed
- I don’t fuck with serpent snakes, worthless fakes in the streets addin’ burden weight
- So if you crash in a cell, ain’t nobody gonna send you a birthday cake
- Cause we’re the crew Kas tried ownin,’ cryin’ and saying “it’s cause mine’s hopeless”
- I would have gotten less power if our groups merged, bitch why the fuck would I vote yes?
- I be winnin’ but they won’t sign those checks, whinin’ and claiming I buy those steps
- Bitch, if it was a blindfold test, I guarantee the fight’d still be mine, yo jea
- Lousy talkin’, and plus I noticed that y’all so washed it’s a fucking tidal threat
- So you know you gon sink/sync like an iOS, cause by every factor you got iPhoned X’d
- Still tuckin’ the chrome, Kali better quit claimin’ his spot is up in the throne
- Kas2xBLK literally rigged yo shit and I still won the battle by double the votes
- Curvin’ these vermin extinct just like Busta did, bro, you bummed because only a couple of oafs
- Actually fuck with yo hoe ass, ain’t what Kas doing punishable, I’m sure the government knows
- And yo cash flood’s at best a bathtub, maybe that explains why these brats duck
- After talkin’ that shit, but y’all must have diarrhea cause none of it’s backed up
- Servin’ me freshly slapped sludge that deserves to be in the trash dump
- Hit you with my MAC bruh, washed oldheads thought I meant a damn truck
- Bitch we prepared to spin, barrelin’ through the area and we ain’t finna spare yo kin
- Who compared y’all to seraphim, you gon sit in the lair with them where they live
- I ain’t carin,’ since y’all some Karens who barely know what awareness is
- Y’all be trippin’ on heroin, it’s harrowin’ when I win by a hair and then jealous airheads de
- Clare I rig all my shit cause they bawlin’ since arrogant bitches rarely win
- They better get a pair of rims, to be fair though, like Simmons they’d airball then
- Shit’s embarrasin’, tearin’ in with a paramilitary like a terrorist, end up with some buried limbs
- Yo existence is wearin’ thin, this could be where it ends, better cherish it
- Air is thin like you went to the very tip, I’m aware that you swear on dick
- Cause you scared of chicks, where you been, say a prayer when the trail begins
- (Outro)
- Ay, fuck the haters
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