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Dont be scared, nigga, is you ready?I been thinkin bout, all the Os in my bank accountExtra Os in my bed, round the same amountEver since this new star fame came aboutOr, even since me and Drizzy started hangin outYoung boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hangTransitioned to a Lamborghini from a MustangDrug slang, in the drug game, with the hustling(I know one thing)Anything is better than that 1 TrainBag made at Goyard, cheffing like Im Boyar DeeProbably sellin D and in your local courtyardBraids like Im O-Dog, a la familia: go hard,Down to my in-laws, they outlaws with no lawWe outlaw, then I bogart, any bozack, I approach thatWhen a toe-tag get broke off in the projects with a skateboardI roll past and I blaze yall like DOOT! DOOT! I hate yallWhen the beef cooked, I ate yall, like MMM MMM lets play ballIn a ball park with all sharks and a blindfold I rob coldMy K hot, your nine cold, it bark like canines, throwinThat banana clip, straight from the ripIll make that shirt stay ripped, Im on some shitIf Im not the hottest then Hell mustve froze overYou thought it was safe then forgot what the code wasI carry traits of a traumatized soldierDont look in my face, I might snap, I might choke yaSpine right out of place, give me dap like you supposed taRocks at your postersDrop nice like this, I metamorph like Im supposed taI might slice my wrists or pretend like a vultureAnd jump off this cliffBarely even conscious, talkin to my conscienceGettin deeper and these flows like conchesIm on my convict, dont drop bars, I drop prisonsDont sell rocks! Seen the spectrum through the prismsSomehow bypassed the bias in theThe violence and the killings, so give inThey see my pigment, and yo that was the ignanceUnfortunately, I am not that type of niggletBut pass the pot let me skilletJust got back to the block from a 6 oclock with JiggaAnd Im thinkin bout signing to the RocBut my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocksAnd I swear it hurt me, so I try to prevailBut when I preach it only hurt their salesLike youre only gon end up either dead or in jailBut you my niggaWish you the best, for realWhen you mention my name amongst other white rappersOr for that matter, any fucking rapperFuck it, painter, skater, musician, trailer parkDirt ditch digging, burger flipping, eat, sleep shittin human beingYou would be in trouble to buy double a cup of meTo these others, cause comparatively speakingMy reach is beyond the bubble that they put me inMy visions beyond the Hubbles, I huddle with NubiansYou beginning again you in school at 10, lateRadioactives going goldAnd so? Great!Do I give a flying duck if Im applying love to my rhyming,Plus aligning us?Alabamas climbing up, wait, no I dont give a flying duckNothin but a buckshotChick POW!Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clotAint never been a rapper this cold since 2Pac was frozeAnd thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella showYelawolfWeed a different color like a hoodrats bra and pantiesAnd my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantriesAnd see guys, Im high like Michael Jacksons penny loafersMoonwalkin on the sun, barefoot, with shades onThe bitch pussy smell like a penguin,Wouldnt hit that shit with my worst enemys penisBitch, when I say this I mean this: Hoe, Im the meanestDick so big stretch from Earth to VenusThat molly got me nauseous, Im shittin out monstersLawless, obnoxious, on that suck my cock shitThat is my synopsis, ostrich plot shitHoes on some got shit Stop it! You not this!Not this, regardless, heartless and awkwardCryin tears of vodka, premadonna at the concertA goner smokin chronic bout to vomit gin and toincTrust me, Im honest, tell me: Isnt that ironic?Swiftly, I shift the beamer 8-60A heavy smoker so you know I brought the blake with meThe moons reflection off the lake hit meYou should have stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with meThe face is silky like a tableclothMy shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horseRed roses drop from boxes very oftenConfetti tossing, drinking Henny like Im Kenny LoftonOutstandingI fixed the game between Georgia Southern and GramblingYou see us scrambling, selling Susan SarandonThe cloud of smoke like the PhantomDamn this shit taste like fantasticYou see me coming through in each stateJust so the lord can put the fork inside the cheesecakeCuffed to my wrist I got the briefcaseGabble slam, Im a free man, try not to eat hamSpit like my last breath, casket wrapped, six deepEyes closed, the black is back, out cold, the legs went flatAfter that, bottles I cant pronounce, like how you ask for that?Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?All I had was rap when all they had was wackAll I wanted was love, all they had was dapFuck them haters and fuck them hoesA championship wins the aftermathAsk Lebron, open palm slap a bitchWalk the the plank, Ill break a bankIve been in the business of sinkin shipsChoking niggas out with the anchors they they anchored withResuscitations cost the label, Im taxin if you want a hitClear fuck your career bitch, I was born hereBeen a killer, eighty-sixer, nigga thats my born yearGet the fuck from round here thats just my country waysSuckin on your mamas titty, bitchin while I was choppin bladesGrippin grain, fuckin hoes, candy paint like evergladesMiss me with that rapper, child, Ill take that shit up with my baseI put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?Most rappers hopin the world endSo they wont have to drop another albumB.B. Kings all the king in me so why cant you?In order to come up close youll have to dig up cash and Elvis tooThe way they water flow, Dixie River PassFuck your Louis flag, poppin Benjie tags on your wifeys assThats out of line, but in living colorI m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckersA true artist