//start rapping when the beat drops.
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours
Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops
Is the coldest when it drops
Fuckin' up my gold pots
And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,
Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
I gotta get up, i got that asher cough
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