(Chorus)
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Show me who you know really flows,
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Show me who you know is really cold,
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Show me who you think is really in my zone,
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Imma face someone in the circle of what I know.
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Show me someone who you think is spitting venom,
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I may think it¡¯s freedom in a sentence like a judge,
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Show me something that I don¡¯t know,
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Before it¡¯s too late, I came to wrap the whole game up.
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(Verse)
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MCs, I should punch you in your mouths,
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You ain¡¯t from the streets, especial on funky ass,
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European dogs mixed into trumps,
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Call few safe with the jury on your arms
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I bet you know I need to know you and your model
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Before you go deal spent, dry bars
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I put my matter on the map and up the money
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Money streets on my young team¡¯s carving up puff.
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Forget modest, I¡¯ve been modest too long,
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I bury during freestyles, body doing songs,
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Call me Davis, call me Jim London, call me common,
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Beating on my chest, now it¡¯s time to get it on
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Show me someone that you think I should be weary of,
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I wrap his trany and tear it off
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To feel it from the fools, start thinking twice
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That¡¯s running on the mic on the president, I¡¯m feral.
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(Chorus)
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Show me who you know really flows,
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Show me who you know is really cold,
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Show me who you think is really in my zone,
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Imma face someone in the circle of what I know.
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Show me someone who you think is spitting venom,
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I may think it¡¯s freedom in a sentence like a judge,
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Show me something that I don¡¯t know,
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Before it¡¯s too late, I came to wrap the whole game up.
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I see pop stars posing like rap stars,
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You be on the stash, tax it when the fax on
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In your videos posing in the flash cars,
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You don¡¯t even own, on the street alone
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You find it you get moved to quicker
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The mice inside of the right home
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I guess I¡¯m one of the few true spitters,
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The rest cold cut it, so spice it to the bone.
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System overload, is too layered,
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Cracking off, making off, MC never run the roll
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Never going on everything apart from gold
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You be gone no credibility, you bastards know.
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Up in the fools, you be in underground
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Since last time I was grinding on my mama¡¯s house
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I never be no type but big man
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It¡¯s the little six, screaming out, fuck ¡®em now.
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(Chorus)
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Show me who you know really flows,
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Show me who you know is really cold,
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Show me who you think is really in my zone,
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Imma face someone in the circle of what I know.
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Show me someone who you think is spitting venom,
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I may think it¡¯s freedom in a sentence like a judge,
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Show me something that I don¡¯t know,
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Before it¡¯s too late, I came to wrap the whole game up.
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Who the fuck told you it was fine you was spitting?
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Find out who you are so you ask who you¡¯re saying
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I think cause your management told you not to speak
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My mama told me blind ¡®em with the fire in the street
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Cash hold me down and deprived them from sleep
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Scared like a mad man, not where I want to be.
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Ain¡¯t about the vegetables, ain¡¯t about the peas,
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As long as I¡¯m the best in my field I¡¯m the east
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Underground, overground, there¡¯s mine, mojitan,
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In the day caught up stolen from your mother¡¯s house
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My father Lay Samuel, but the way arguing these MCs are full of the summer sun.
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Show me who you know really flows
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I plumb back, my car is rolling with the call in hand
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All I know is that it goes in any rolls
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Before I¡¯m a grind I have to keep it really cold.
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(Chorus)
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Show me who you know really flows,
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Show me who you know is really cold,
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Show me who you think is really in my zone,
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Imma face someone in the circle of what I know.
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Show me someone who you think is spitting venom,
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I may think it¡¯s freedom in a sentence like a judge,
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Show me something that I don¡¯t know,
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Before it¡¯s too late, I came to wrap the whole game up.
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Really Cold
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Devlin |