All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse
But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,
Not sure which way to turn i need a map
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
But since mark put a nigga on that lily track
Like a surgeon ima map out and extract
I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap
Claimin' you throw the most asskickin' flow in the map
It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that
Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play
Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray
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