Are feet as we keep going,
Flapjack, ooh he bring
We are ninety-nine against the one percent
So the next time you feel like your world's about to end
I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here
We forever be real, we' are made of teal
We are exactly like one another,
The ice ain't really nothing to her
What else we are soppused to
I was twelve when the gunned you
They think that we are defected
I know the world been waiting for that
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers
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