Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
International heard applaud to local suburban tour,
I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play
Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.
Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//
I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime
Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
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