But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound
I go dough let around, my ho slow head around
I dont even spit game , all i do is speak
Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap
Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot
Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,
Because im remakeing these verses i spit,
Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit
Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
Because im a mean motherfucker and im not even joking,
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