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- Stuck my foot through the door, no I’m not talking bout the crack
- He said enough talk, I’m tryna hear the sound of y’all gat
- Pure Pitt, I’m the type you never wanna bark back
- Look like you don’t wanna fight, he said show me a stack
- Just got out the joint, look like he about to relapse
- Half my day I spend tryna stuff my opps into packs
- He crazy and he said he get to shooting like craps
- What’s my best song, he saying that he drawing a blank
- If the world’s on fire I’m boutta watch it burn
- Said he was wilin’ that boy ended up inside an urn
- I put my foot down like your dad when he a little stern
- Call me superdaddy, my family just gotta wait and learn
- We threw him off mic, he boutta get mad
- Rapper university, I was a first class grad
- He thought his bars tuff just cuz he made a hunnit grand
- Give that money to a writer, it sounds like you need it bad
- Sun stay rising right over the blue Atlantic, in a panic they warned beware the wrath of the water dragon
- Of a thousand samurai he could dispatch like automatic
- Relax, the only way I go back’s if I lose the magic
- Pied piper how I write these rhymes, sometimes the lines blur, gotta play both sides
- Necessary villain I’m killing who think I’m kidding, with a single gun clap I put right between your eyes
- Got em buggin out like jinkies, I put on a new disguise
- All rise, the bailiff grabbed me by the hands and led me to the cell
- Bars like hot rods, but hotter like it was a living hell
- When I walk in they gon’ ring the, ring the bell
- Rap game king crab, I’m aboutta crack the shell
- Smash a rapper head like a volleyball and my name was vel
- Smack him if he disrespect, like fresh prince of bel air
- I will smith you into a pair of shoes if you don’t play fair
- I pay the bill like G.I. but Jada still ain’t got no hair
- Rock you like I’m Christian mccaffery in a fantasy draft
- I ran to see the rappers they put onto me
- Ain’t nobody with skills that could ever dream of stopping me
- Still spitting 24’s even if I got a lobotomy
- Oh my god, I done impressed myself again
- They stressing if they lessons really paying dividends
- My investment addresses the ever growing social tensions that only a smith and Wesson could ever come out and end
- AInt no need to play pretend when you just chilling, play your part
- Keep it on ice like Walt Disney’s body under the park
- Don’t keep a flashlight, my bars burning like torches in the dark
- The heat im spitting scorches more than a 3rd degree burn mark
- Snap kick right to the chest, tell him that’s a broke sternum
- He got cd’s full of demos, I told him to go and burn em
- Rack up bodies from the war, swear I wasn’t tryna hurt em
- How he go from the projects to big leagues and still ain’t learnin
- And he turned to trouble
- What the hell happened, man, we was scrapping
- We was grinding on this action, now he said he gave up rapping
- Slight look in your eyes cuz I can tell when people cappin
- I don’t need a choppa, these lyrics stay automatic
- We went from what’s cracking to never talkin
- He said he got that dog in em, I never heard it barking
- Calling from corner office wit my logo on the carpet
- Second I turn to trouble the second you turn a target
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