you know the rules to the game, i spit the truth in your face
i've got a wild style, live from the booth to the stage, hey...
it's odd goons on the breaks, like you got somethin stupid to say
fools get out of my way... i'm
deep in the game but it's broke 'innit, still dope in it
break it down with rhyme like you're supposed with it
flow sickness, i'm a pro with it, go get it...
if you got a train mayne, let the BROs kill it
raptionalitys don't matter, it has to bang
stomp the verse and look cool back up at the hill, my afterbang
classic slang. over instrumentals, well-done 'em
got a couple 1210s and that 1200.
sp 950, plus slickest rap
cut the trick and track like fresh meat. kickin back
shell-exxon-nestle, evil shit
gotta stay stress free, you feelin it
i've got a 50-60 kilo chick
milo tip, legit, slice her up on my emo shit
when i eat her mayne it's sweeter than sum swedish fish
...you know the candy not the actual swedish fish
yiiesh... that would be your bitch, isn't it
ts live, two stars, michelin guide, glisterin
if you're listenin, stickers more than all of you
combined got rhymes, territorial pissinins'
yeah. spring when the birds fly though
short skirts, all love for the first try krew
rap work out dude, straight merk out loops
first high school, fly like the birds eye view
...still got bars in a double bundle
i stay humble in person, but on the verses i'm trouble, buddy
still hungry like the ink says, RB quick
to stick dick in daddy's little princess
makin bowser fall down like the endin'
get the money, grab the girl, run, an just send it
tremendous, keep spittin like i'm in a cypher
no biters allowed, just beatbox an a lighter
writer with markers, tight rhymes live in the park an
vinyls are fire, sparkin, igniting the arson
that's it. lemme hear it, do a replay
at least i've got every mothafuckin cliche...
it's been dun

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