And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up
See mixin with random lyyrics is the way to go
Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights
Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
Enough to go and cut a raw deal with
You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"
I work hard for everything i get
To go head to head with us and call it a threat.
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
So i told them to go to the alley with me
Go to hospital healthy and walk out with fractures,
There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers
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