Hey yo, my flow burns so hot
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I¡¯m cooked like the coke up
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Boy it will over scorch you,
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Be a soldier on your frontline
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I¡¯m wicked with the rapping
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The sickest nigga on the drop
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To bitches I¡¯m attractive
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I make that pussy holla
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I¡¯m good with shit man
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Listen to the shit I say
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It¡¯s perignon you dog, I pop like the bubbely
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When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
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Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
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Mobocracy, live by mob rules
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If niggas don¡¯t humble, they self re eat food
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Who possibly, could stop me, I ask
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Perhaps nigga not knowing I be going ham
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Mob deep coming, put your woman in the stash
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In delict, whenever I speak it¡¯s straight cash
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Hustle harder, go harder I mash
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450k I made on the gas
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They call me big time, big beats
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Big raps, I get big chicks
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Little rappers, they get stepped on
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They dreams get crushed, I¡¯m not to be slept on
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I¡¯m not to be slept on
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Keep dreaming, I¡¯m not to be slept on
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450 killer me is on the gas
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Got bad ass bonnie, shot gun on my left
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Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde
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Mallory and Mickey, she giving nigga top
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Like she tryna giving hicky
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She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky
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Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky
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And it¡¯s cl floated on smooth like the frisby
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Man, what y¡¯all niggas wanna do, you can¡¯t really
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The boys get up but the land get bizy
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In the mix empire state boys¡¦
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Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city
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The capital of passion girl we get spiffy
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¡¦mob hats counting money like the machine
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Niggas start shit will resort to heavy metal
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450kilometers on a pedal
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They wanna catch me slip I move too fast
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Internat P, check the numbers on the dash
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They call me big time, big beats
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Big raps, I get big chicks
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Little rappers, they get stepped on
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They dreams get crushed, I¡¯m not to be slept on
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I¡¯m not to be slept on
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Keep dreaming, I¡¯m not to be slept on.
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Slept On
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| Prodigy |
