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Gawddayum, I don't know what been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that make walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be uno ocho
motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my and French

Okay, I stay like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the ever
Beyond bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Fanning

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay
The king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, be luckily
with me, the rap game'll need protective custody

I'm the same thug that be surrounded with
Gave the true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you not escape
The hip hop version of The Ring and you watched the tape

And keep your eyes on the in Ward
Triple in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with nigga
We trill, the wheel, understand nigga?

I smother and split a bitch down to the
High pressure, if you break your ass bendin'
I'm way past in my series of warnin'
You flex me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best breathin' or deceased
From the to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city and bring my name up
I bet I eat the rapper they got in the game up

Call a nigga up, him or chirp him
a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not your homey
I'm the of the Underground, so act like you know me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get with a sketchin'
with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to

I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know it is
you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a clip from the Westerns
Shit the Uzi clip lift up your midsection

He introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam
Give you jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock

Froze but never coldly with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese till the bands pop scrams
And I breakdancin' when I'm in the pop stance
Bank pounds like Brown give 'em Hot Pants

I make your girl get and open it up
Put my up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot flame, they call me Sweet James
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred cologne

Board or Issey Miyaki
I got girl mine, meat strong like saki
I ain't but I keep her rockin'
Fuck around, I'll knock tuna fish out of socket

Your bitch out of pocket, she pimpery
She reckless eyeballin' watchin' my top in
On my Lamborghini the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a of lean

What you know about gettin' country?
Nigga, your piece big but your diamond monkey
You need to take that back
ain't no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to that

Bitch, what the you done to that?
Now, damn, need to beat Jacob ass over that