Heard they been waitin'
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So this here is pre-game
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Jogging suit is still on
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Sub-con t-mane
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I swore I get the girls and
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They thought that I was deranged
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Now I'm like the King
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Run through Queens like the E-train
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First she makes the "Oh" face
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Then she give me pea brain
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Her man was comin' home late
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Then she heard his keys rang
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All my fans is funny, they be hungry
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Like some fiends mane
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I treat em like
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They blind to my rhymes
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Cause they need cane
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My buzz like Mr. Bean's
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Watch, Digital, but all my fans
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Is literal and all of them is central
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Watchin' visuals of
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Vizzy go spit all these syllables, fightin
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Sentinels while yo bitches eyein' my genitals
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Wooow the only ten I see is Bo Derrick
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So I rose from the Bull, no Derrick, I can go
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E-very quarter I don't promise, I swear it
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And ya'll niggas still need subs like Jared
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Owwww and now I'm thinkin that I'm on one
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Finish what I started for that reasons why I don't run
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My pride is a virgin, I won't give that bitch to no one
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Ask anybody I been doin this since '01, holdin down my
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Team and I lead em like I'm Sho-gun
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All my niggas eatin passin plates like a home-run
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Vizzy on yo ass now that is what you don't want
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Got it in my jeans, so you know this thing is sewn up
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Pullin up stuntin, grow up
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I'm in the whip makin cop patrol much, donuts
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So what, on time fuck XXL I wanna be on TIME
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Ain't no RapRadar but my UAV is online
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Get head and tell oh well, I flip a coin fine
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Vizzy's on, what is he on? I call this cloud 9
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Uh child's play this is easy shit
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Fix ya girl's mouth and then you cuff her on some
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Weezy shit
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Beef, and I don't work shit out cause that
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Don't keep me fit and I don't pull my heart out
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Cause that don't keep me rich... get it?
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Over ya head look up and see the shit
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I stopped worryin about whose next and started
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Bein it, the informant for rap nerds who rap words
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Ever since my criss-cross colored pants with
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Black words, I did it for the Glory like Denzel at
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First, then I turned to Benjamin Button, such a
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Inglorious Bastard, I'm heard of, from China to Europe
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Every summer, I turn up, like turnips, my glory, my honor
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My courage, niggas wanna ride but they ain't
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Bring they stirrups, I put this thing in gear
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Now they primal fear it, I'm so near it they can
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Smell it *sniff* teenage spirit
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They tryin to cut me hair, but this ain't "Mommie Dearest"
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They tellin' me don't do it, I tell em I can't hear it
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Most ya'll average I'm lucky to be the weirdest
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And this is just a sample and ya'll don't need a clearance
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Vizzy Zone!
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Warmup Freestyle
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