This lil' niggas ask who you be, I laughs, they Google me
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Bad boy nigga that shine with no jewelry
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Usually be too deaf, don't be with the foolery
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Too unruly, they don't know what to do with me
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I do a little Gucci, don't really do the Louis V
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Pierced niggas, belts, shirts, like two or three
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I love true religion, but between you and me
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That name grand shit don't matter when you a G
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Musically I'm Marvin Gaye mixed with some Rick James
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Got the glow bitch, last dragon, spit flames
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I've been made since 6th grade on the 6 train
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Lyrically sick, Problem was my nickname
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This lane is all mine, they all lie
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Lame play with me, I knock them off, on line
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Like them new Jordans came out
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Ask 'em who the rawest, I promise they call my name out
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Promise mama if I was heavy in some drama
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I'd say forgive me, father, before I blow his brain out
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Nostradamus predicted me, this is victory
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So if I shoot you then your future is history
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It's official, I am officially the dopest nigga breathing
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If you can get a brick in me you double on the whole cell
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You flip on that breakdown it's like selling H down in H town
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Lyrical Excellence
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| Mysonne |
