So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
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