BUILDING BLUEPRINT

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  3. Back to Pap again/
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  5. Leave y'all wondering/
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  7. Where he's gonna go again/
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  9. Shit, Bars had enough to break concrete/
  10. Shit I'm neat, Became the streets, Keep a sweeper I compete/
  11. What I speak is heat, I became discreet/
  12. That’s why I strike first and the verse cuts deep/
  13. Bitches deceased, Insane raps on beats/
  14. Soon recording for these, parakeets /
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  16. I got rap in my blood, 10 years I've been harvestin' this/
  17. So Much Wayne and Jay I got Carters in my cartilages/
  18. Pistol whip, I’m harder than the shit that startled the clique/
  19. The whit I spit is sharper than the shit my barber will grip/
  20. Take your head spin it like it a cartridge I flip/
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  22. I rap like I'm tryna buy my mom a brand new crib before this fuckin' verse end
  23. Persevere type of person/
  24. I don't persecute if the person's cute, nah, that's her personal purse, then/
  25. Try and act like u got this and that is that how u re brand?/
  26. I rebuild the script I spit like a handyman/
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  28. I'm great with the words, Ripping a verse
  29. Resell it back to my competitors
  30. One of the best on the earth
  31. Whip a verse out a purse and serve it like food to prisoners
  32. Shoot you it burns get put in a hearse then act like a nurse
  33. then play with your nerves, literally i'll put them back in reverse
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  36. Leave your feedback, I like to read that, Insane with these raps?
  37. Not really flow just in rehab,
  38. Why? Cuz the flow to dope inject a needle in a maniac
  39. I spit so long at this mic, The mic might spit back
  40. Shit tracks, All I hear from these wack cats
  41. Who lack the talent to throw rap counterattacks
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  43. I'm in a different tax bracket, About time I slap faggots
  44. Bars I rip leave hoes flabbergasted, Words are a habit
  45. I'm way to cold, fuck your jacket
  46. I might hoop this faggot his casket into a basket,
  47. Lebron James, Get it? U gotta separate
  48. Me from the wack cats that celebrate
  49. every weak street bar they probably faked

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