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im posted on this podium, ya bitch all up on my scroum…whats with that, all this whack rap and niggas actin hard, y’all just frauds u need get a better fake i.d card…yeah i speak reality, what i spill is blood…sin if u want, nigga i spit all love, haters in this distraction don’t wanan see u shine, thats why they pack and jack you with a nine, empty out the clip, 16 in ya spine that what a glock does if u didn’t understand the rhyme, most these niggas aint fluent with this…talk gibberish thats some nonsense, get ya money up, get ya mind right…till that day, your brain unilluminated, you out of site, ya cant even see this, vision wont help it, i spit in booths closed minded, by myself kid, every dime i make…i do it cause its faith, spit a couple bars, rehearsal so i will never hesitate… and these niggas slanging dope, aint got no hope…but understand the sun goon come up tomorrow…be a new day, new things to follow…summer hot times like an ak47 hollow, point headed threw ya spine, shit burn more than usher on that chime, i got a sick flow curvy current like the nile, ya hater niggas stay out of denial, ill rip you apart easier than cleanex, so high in the sky nigga call me a phenix…nobody believed i’d make it, so i spit motion pictures so you can believe it…and see it i aint the trooth, step in the studio one take booth, on that jay tip, dead presidents…money aint a thing, unless u broke or homeless not he streets
but thats not an option to me, i got a borwardwalk, come and roam with me,
threw my hood u see, aint no gun play of violence, we just slanging dope till my paper cant; get no higher, y’all should call me sire…gold watch on, 14k, get ya money up…quit spending ya debit, ya bitch ass niggas xannied out y’all forget it.

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