Double m-g not to mention we got that
Got it from my youngin plus a 4 pound with it
Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit
When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore
They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah
Beautiful are thou, africa
Bars will put this faggot mc in a figure 4 leg lock till i snap his knee
I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager
Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent
I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.
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