Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more
God is at my window but the devils at my door
So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred
We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game
And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain
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