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Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my dick sucked

Quick buck, maybe a gold chain

With that fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles, man

They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished

Stone-cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga, listen

The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace

Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns

Admittin' the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces

Writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits and simultaneously

Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?

One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy

And crawlin' down 'fax like a rich nigga centipede

Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account

Stamp and shoutin', thrashin', these niggas done let the kraken out

Crack-a-lackin' like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off

Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga