Sure as the 70's number man, I can throw a curve underhand
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This for the streets, not Summer Jam
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This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap
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Drunk' off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back
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Safe from self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from
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Scared? get a gun, come to peers? I got none
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Safe from bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot
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Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot
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This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
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I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all
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And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
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Joell started it, only right I finish the job
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So all that shit is revocable, from an overview
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Only thing noticeable is how you barely give me any quotables
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I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback
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Outrhymin' A$AP ain't showin' me where ya' weight at
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I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York
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You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away
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I'm in the club pull of the pin and break, ready to click and spray
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Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my exhibit A
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Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into
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Drown him all in a swimmin' pool, full of phlem and drool
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You rentin' jewels what's with all the fascination?
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But when I ask you bout' it that's my cross examination
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This is slimmin's to me, all these blemished mc's
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Infamously it's 'bout who's image I see
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But if it's bars, not about bread, the hell with the wealth
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Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
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I mean uh, six rappers been a testable
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They action been incredible, this is what the net'll do
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Chick sendin' message to tricks ain't get the sell
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They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem
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You talkin' bars, then this whole conversation changed
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Fuck all the subliminals now nigga say a name
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Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass
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To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass
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King of New York, my nigga stop it 5
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Keep it funky Drake washed you twice
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Tell me Tyles that’s fine what’s the live verse ‘cus I don’t really lie around
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Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga quiet down
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Then ride off with his intro playin'
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Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to the shit
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With nightmares, I wanna be in the room with him, lettin' the mag off
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Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with black thoughts
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You talkin' bars nigga better get help
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They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt
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Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt
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Nigga it's levels to this, dog you said it yourself
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But check it, when it comes to control, I might of lost a bit
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Law abiding citizen style I'm comin' for all of it
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Runnin' in your studio...engineer that recorded it
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Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it
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Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit
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Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever taught him it
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Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
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If I got it twisted you dumb enough to talk the shit
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But the irony?, y'all all inspire me
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Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be,
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You just strivin' my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real
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Fuck whoever mad, you just said how we all suppose to feel
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I know the game, some'll try and get amped
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Push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp,
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Great accessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut,
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Some was nice before the percs, before a mill got tucked
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It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on
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Shades that they wear, the club couches they stand on
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Which makes the credibility with dead ability
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Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility
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Oh you and LV runnin' rebel artillery, with augment at the 2
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What sparrin' y'all wanna do?
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Get to argue with a spartan, play it cool
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I heard them alien voices, i'll knock the martian up outta dude
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Separate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop
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Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it
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Foamin' at the lip, lookin' like the yeast in women
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