Look at the beats that I done buried
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Tell me I can't bless this like five Hail Mary's
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Dead is so grateful that I'm a have to tell Jerry
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Clearly, I'm still going unaware of the unwary
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Yeah, haters stay imaginary as five fairies in the library
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Eating on snozzberries, say, I rarely got the city on my back
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You Lisa Simpson niggas need to get off my saxs
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I rep that deuce one. Blackjack
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Riding and I'm lifting up my hood like a hatchback
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Whipping in my hot wheel, ain't riding on no snap track
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I'm after Slum Dog Millions, you after Kat Stacks
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Better wear a condom and a hazmat
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Bitches waste my time I wouldn't give 'em in a flashback
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Rappers fill they flash drives with whack tracks
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Couldn't break a record with a glass plaque
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Motherfucker, that's that, I bag hunnies like MCM nigga
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Championship ballin like Wimbledon nigga
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The dudes that talk big, I never envy them niggas
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They been lying since forever like MGM nigga
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It's hard to quit the bull, they be on some Jordan shit
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'Cause when you really do it, you don't choose it, you were born in it
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So I do it for my FAM and you, Florida shit
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And I'm a kill a nigga on some Dexter Morgan shit
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I promise mama that college just wasn't for the kid
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'Cause I'm after the trophies you don't box up in storages
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Nobody ever sing my praises
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Amazing now I'm hopping up on stages where they all singing my choruses
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Said fuck a job, now all I do is fucking work
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Like a naughty secretary or a slutty nurse
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Got the last laugh on people who acted funny first
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Hungry like the homeless but I never spit a bummy verse
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Signed with Warner, now I got that Bugs Bunny smirk
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What up Doc? Seven's Spock and I'm a younger Kirk
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Stay with hard lines like a Modern Warfare perk
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And always throwing up my city until my tummy hurt
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Dynamite life, let's have a blast all over these bars, put it on my tab
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Gunning for the roses and I'm strumming like Slash
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I don't toot my own horn, I brought the whole brass
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Put my bars on the graph, everything's proportion
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'Cause I never spit no trash, these are worth a fortune
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'Cause niggas throw me ass cap, they need Aflac
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Conceited about my good tracks, I always get a bad rap
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I plot my winds just like it to wear a gas mask
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And my gear is high end like giraffe ass
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I'm after that dollar, almost four quarters
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And Warner's about to put me in the last half
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Now watch they stock just go up
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Your album dropping soon, tell em hold up
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Vizzy lifting drinks, tell em pour up
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My Willy Wonkavator bout to go up
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Willy Wonkavator (Blow Up Freestyle)
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