Yeah know me I flex muscle on anything any beat save
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Can't just go floating that heat you're in ..face
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Been hoping that a frog would jump there's so much leave space
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But here nobody took to the air and I got this beat place
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Firmly on the pay me nobody want with greatness
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I mean mugging this niggas and never get this face list
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I would see them favorite them bozy give up his basic
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And niggas start sounding better when all take a vacation
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I've been running round the world with this .. I'm back
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Get a puppy right back on that corner with all the crack,
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Couple kilos the water the shit got a couple of packs
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And a couple of y'all .. flip of a couple spit out his Mat
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Man the whole block came this the hip-hop game,
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Sweet coolin' running through the niggas pop veins,
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Must a Brooklyn nigga come through again pop chains
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Smack niggas and make em disappear like it's pop name
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This my play ground be scared when I swing through
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Here when I sly by, I see ..what the kid do
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I was hot when I was a baby on fire as a young toddler
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Dry ices and teen today I made out a larva
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I swear to God when I say I am the best man I really mean it
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Now cuffin' ..just standing here undefeated
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Please don't be fool by the corner from this heat
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When your head is full of hair you can do a lot of ..
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See my name that you do it no flame swept through it
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And that's the song on the joint with the mix cake it stupid
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Got door way bars that could go and hang Mars
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And I hang with the kind of martial that I don't ..
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5am, that's the time I set my alarm,
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Wash up going sweats go gagging along the palm
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That's where I call the .. my condo is seating on with houses
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That pretty start, our niggas just wish upon
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You can kiss your well baby, just don't kiss and tell
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You ain't got the didges my ..is in your sell
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Please no InstaGram a picture can only tell a thousand words
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Have a million positions all to yourself
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My personal life is private, my public life is a riot,
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Ride on so many planes, my .. choice is apilot
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For currency different custom, my body is tired
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But everything is working out, so yeah I decided to die
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Lost a couple L B's no more triple .. and my..look like in the condos please
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If I put you in that sleep up .. well squeeze and tighting to your knees
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Giving this spell seas, you know I can really find it right nigga
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Your man don't think I'm wrong if the right right hit you
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Your face gonna look like a grip white..
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Two evenings in a rod yeah night night nigga
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I've been jumping ..since excite bite nigga,
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You probably was with your sister, making light bright pictures
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I came up in the projects, you niggas ain't that well,
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Walking up the stairs I was crunching up crack fowls,
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Walking outside I was dunking and make clap loud
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.. like an MOP kind of record, ..
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See stand up nigga get easily set down,
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And the cops get.. I was later packed downs
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I've been rhyming for others for other then see me short
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Infinity is like a blur, but I never run out of thought
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I'm focused a mother*cker and feel down the Forb
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And ..don't have a prie tag some things can't be bought
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I was school by the Og's right up under the ash in
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Bottom of 40 tappin' right the old king ..Jackson
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Dope boy fashion, ropes go caps .. them boll Jackson
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When start the . with snappin
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Funny I'm just rhyming I'm just listening like I'm snapping
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And it rapping in directs, I'll be listening like what happened?
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I gotta make sure I ain't gotta go ..sures,
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I ain't gotta have my goons in your hotel room on the 8 floor
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Before it's Twitter shit I ain't mean no that's funny
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'cause in every rhyme I add it, I gave it a gut from me
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I got the sense of humor, see ai ain't have no choice
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your jokes had to be fly, when you came up on me
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no money, yeah so hungry, when food fell on the floor,
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we picked it up in a hurry saying God made dirt,
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and dirt don't hurt, really I stomach like going at ..
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and now they're gonna work
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now I started from the bottom now I'm here
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not the top, not the bottom I'm somewhere,
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in the middle not coach not a..
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and wake up in the new Bugatti but I stare,
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through these New York streets I see clear in my review mirror
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and all the bad bitches stare,
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guess I'm always moving up to do in this drop,
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please no jury do the man, I swear
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anyway, to all my fans, I'm sorry
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I gotta end this verse, but this niggas know they can't harm me
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Don't ever try to keep me out the party
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Invited or uninvited I'll be in there with my army
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5AM In Brooklyn
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| Joell Ortiz |
