Ain't never meet someone iller less they me with salmonella
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We go in with the flow like salmon in the rhythm
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So many hits, no catch 22, got the drive to get the kicks
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Your old back is made of batter or two
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We got ' I'm always feeling her up and she let me hold the cups
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She feel crispy ' catch it when we catch it, threw it at me
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Conflict in the kitchen, palms and fingers itching
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Figured out if I'm killing them then that's gonna make me richer
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This money ain't a joke, I won't play 'to make it come this minute
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The truth, I bend it, the rules, I bend it ' say your girl I cruise her fucking panties
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Could you imagine that in a year I'd have my fucking band here
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Warm it up
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If you wanna bring your army, I'm sure they can't arm me
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'rocking all these spirits, bringing forth 'like the pyramids off appearances
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'to the interior, only inferior to a child 'cause your style is so inferior
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Like malaria, and my food for thought like bacteria, these motherfuckers
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Are suckers, screaming, we ain't hearing them
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Tearing layers from nature's creator, ain't debaters, exchanging '
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Ask about for that role of paper, might just raid a paper
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For these rappers respirators I leave on the respirator
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Originate from flame like a fillet on the oven and they touch down like a fillet in the oven
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She say you bubbling, why you paying buses, she can never add up with my pain summit
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Your ride niggas '
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When I die I'm probably lit, I blame the ounce, though, now that's cool
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'Cause everybody bad, got a zip, it's big piss, don't doubt it
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I bust until I found myself in route of my allowance
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Counting on you, cowards, I'mma come predator, I'mma come predator
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Wonder why you spot until you're never spotted anymore
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Never followed anymore, Twitter swallowed everyone
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Really get you think you got it popping on that cyber war
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Popping is the object, we never stall anymore
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Not a child anymore, I'm wild, you ain't ready for the fouls I'm exploiting
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Fouls full of poison that I'm leaking, better vaccinate your child
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'Fore I reach him, bless be this flag, we don't know no allegiance
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Dog eat dog, life's a fucking bitch with no leaches
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Everything is repetition for the last month
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I got offers, stay cautious, still caution
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I got offers, stay cautious, still caution
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I don't wanna be the one to hurt your day
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But you can't run away, gonna see what said at the '
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Call for the feds but it's not gonna act 'mathematic balance
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I love how you do it ' spirit free
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Them guys not gonna stop me, fire bolt of vanities so let them come gas me
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Got a low sport, my Jordan so calm, I'm known to rock a swank
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They call me ' with a post mortem flow got a post mortem flow
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This sour got horse power, we zooming through your zone
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She got me screwed dog, said I'm a test for nothing
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She a sex machine, feel where the malfunction, acting up, fronting
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Set a nigga stunting but I could double you, regulation like it's nothing
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I does it, mean I been dead, crush it and killed it '
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Dragging niggas off the track when I talk far, the photo style, turn and fuck you
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'the reason niggas will never be iller 'cause my niggas are deeper
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' is plain to see, we taking so you die of thirst with no vacancy
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I'm too real, bigger truth to your make-believe '
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You should've known better down, gonna hold you down ' fuck you niggas
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A lotty dotty, slacks like to party hard, hardly every sober
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Rolled a fresh pack of mollies, god, golly G, golly G
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I am bitch respected, I get up in her ovaries when I eject it
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My words contraceptive, contact my dealer, contact, detect the microphone when I feel her
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A little gritty, my swank is my weapon, I walk with it
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Verbally assault with it, I spit like 'flows you get lost in it, raw
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Which motherfucker tried to steal my flow
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Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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Stepping bursta swag through the front door
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So boxes can get niggas out the window
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... from Kingston to Brooklyn'I see you shivering
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Check the favorite swag' lyrical simile to stimulate your mind
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Hypnotize all you people, gonna hop on the mic
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In fact ' so just keep y'all niggas in check, keep your niggas in check, yo
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31 is money right now and it's credit
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I deserve my respect for this shit that I embedded
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I am better than them niggas who pretended they them niggas
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Who be lying to them niggas who be buying this shit
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Fuck the government, that's word to my brother, man
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From the fifth floor you won't get offended if your mouth is closed
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If I ask something, he told me, the 47 OG running on low key
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I'm still 30 and I'm still 7:30, my vision is still blurry so '
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Still gonna block my shine, shopping divine, 30/30 degree
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Fresh 27 embroidery, 'can't say my whole team meeting yet
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But I'm cooking up a mess 'started living what I'm thinking
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'slaughtering pigs, anybody can get it, we shooting stars, now make a wish
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I'm rocking skins like the skins be rocking, Powerpuff smoking on that Blossom
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We're running the game and this shit is exhausting but we don't give a fuck
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'Cause this shit is awesome, 47
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Sitting in my coffin still contemplating jumping
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Steez told me how to function now we got these niggas bumping
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' now we got them shooters but we'd rather be petrol movers
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Moving by the pound, not a sound with the camera
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Why? 'Cause we move in silence, all my niggas hold it down
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47 for the crown, y'all already know ' someone send these sucker niggas out the door
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'add it in, etiquette'perks say hallucinogens got me thinking where to begin
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Can we transcend' goddamn what you see, you know this not a dream
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Fuck reality, we make it what it seems, what up
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I'm from a place where you catch a pillar if you bust a slug
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There's no luck, cops, robbers and thugs and no ultimatum
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'hold the heat down, my production on the street is small row
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Gotta eat, though, ' all I see is dollar signs and they invest
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'she said nothing lasts forever, keep coming back 'bring the masterpieces
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'living in a world where MC is mass perfected '
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I can see it all happen with the raps I saw
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Should've sin but I guess you all want hit me in glass '
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The energy I give in '
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Guess who's back again, I'm known to make a fucker lose oxygen
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'wait, stop, roll over, it's what I told her
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Don't play games, I can't console her
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Hand it over to the guard like a controller
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We overload her, chief rose and it was over
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The pose expose her, her ex propose her
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Be like you ain't that hot, I know, but they still knock my door
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Ask about J over ' another JJ blow like dynamite
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'kill 'em every show, ranks up like chopper
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Just a level, flow right at the top like lover, though
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I'm too hot, still ' let me wrap up then explode
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The fiery pro
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Showoff Basement Cypher
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