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I move with it, never stumble, ready to rumble,

Staying humble, I bring storms when I hustle,

Ya pride die, truth flows deeper than the sewer,

Move sly, sharp shooter, the tutor of tumor,

my flows stick like where the curb are crack,

I speak fucking truths they never turn to back.

Glock hot, I’m quick to flip fucking the stack,

Haters gon’ drop when they see the way I rock,

Tick-tock, no clock, but I’m on the dot.