Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,
Trip, and then you never snitch
Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles
I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic
Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good
Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit
Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm
Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death
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