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Man,

Use to have bitches runin at the flick of the fist,

Mothafuckas keepin their distance,

Cause I psycho with visions,

In my head,

Dreams even more vivid when I'm sleepin in my bed,

Then I get on the mic and shred the mothafuckas makin me see red,

Instead of lettin shit go I'd blow their minds with disses,

Bitchin at me like my mom when she sees some dirty dishes,

Difference was I wasn't the one gettin my ass beat,

Now I got my ass on some beats,

Never gonna see me on a feature,

Never gonna need a teacher to show me how to preach,

But I'm never preachin to the choir,

Cause I'm a choir boy,

Never gonna see me playin with this game like its a toy,

Cause I don't play games,

Man I never fuck around,

And I don't give a damn about a perfect sound,

What you wanna hear is far from the truth,

Truth is y'all mothafuckas still actin like some kids,

Y'all still smoking mids,

I'm smokin loud outa cigs,

Y'all are a bunch of wiggas,

I'm a fuckin swamp nigga,

I'mma come at ya with a tomahawk,

Y'all are in for a culture shock,

I ain't a rock star,

I'mma star made a rock,

I'm not the stoned,

I'm a stoner,

So when I tell a mothafucka to die y'all better let them stones fly,

And the piece a shit I told to die better fuckin say goodbye.