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This chick loves the arguing, the bickering and beefing
Sheâs giving me a reason? Iâm kicking her teeth in
This isnât the season, she thinks that itâs chill
But Iâm heated, sick of all the bitching and screaming
Sheâs a witch and a demon but Iâm sick in the head, bitch
Feeling neglected, twisted, demented
Now pissed and short-tempered, flip for no reason
She block punching n****s in the face just for breathing
Underground events, we be stomping out an MC
Tempt me, sucker die f**k around?
Throw all my energy to Protools and kick a rap
Recorded an album with the Snowgoons, they rip the tracks
While my bitch opening old wounds like picking scabs
Iâm still running this old-school s**t like ditching cabs
And pinching sacks and stomping coke
If I wasnât getting richer now Iâd say Iâd gone for broke
So better run, you donât wanna get dumped and played
Cause weâre worldwide, worldwide, Trojan Horse style
Get the f**k up and run, game over, s**t is done
When the Snowgoons strike full force, get your ass up, Trojan Horse
So better run, you donât wanna get dumped and played
Cause weâre worldwide, worldwide, Trojan Horse style
Get the f**k up and run, game over, s**t is done
When the Snowgoons strike full force, get your ass up, Trojan Horse
F**k your alternate fight, Iâd rather alternately strike
When my mic ignites, short fuse explode your life
Catch me late night fiending for the mic
Never forgive and forget, f**k you and your peace pipe
Ever approach me better have plans to roast me
I know roach when I see em and I watch em closely
Be on the look out for snakes and rats
So when they try to break you down they only scrape your back
I speak militant plus work ethic is diligent
When Iâm getting ignorant, equivalence is killing s**t
Dudes better chill man, Iâm back to my saving grace
Never hold me down yo my brain is an amazing place
Get it and go, the illest n***a you know
He stay getting that dough plus he cool at the shows
He stay patient, one day at a time
But heâll break your fucking head if you step out of line
Thereâs many wicked ways that I can get my beast on
Keep your hands off my plate when Iâm getting my feast on
N****s Iâm fresh, you ainât on the s**t that I be on
What I spit now will be studied for aeons
Ridiculous flow you ainât never heard of
Sick in the skull the way I think these words up
Observed f**k way past deranged
I spark this? up and take off like planes
They say Iâm Adolf insane
The way my ink stain and napalm your brain
The gameâs changed but Iâm still going all in
If you ainât gonna finish, whatâs the point of starting?
Often I brag and boast about me
But if I ainât believe myself where the f**k would I be?
I ainât no Biggie, Nas, or Jay-Z
I am me Faez One Q-D n***a
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