Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble
My style of rap is impeccable yours is forgettable
No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
This is my skill, i'm making a choice
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
No remorse from this source as the pain is all yours
I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,
All lying ass defensive ass boys
You should make the right choice and go towards the light
Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit
Everybody is born with a talent but yours seems to be invalid
Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys
Once we grab the mic you ain't gonna have no choice
Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes
My flow is forever yours comes and goes.
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