Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights
Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
You must read in between these lines,
All the time with this glock of mines
Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/
Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately
Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines
Insperation bunny hopping over state lines
Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes
And it starts cruising through blue lines
Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back
You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,
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