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Nigga i'm real, fuck all these pretenders,

the rhymes that i spill, will leave you all in terror,

if you saying i ain't hot, ya need a lie detector,

cause nigga i'm the best, my skill you cannot measure,

but ya better take care, cause i have got a temper,

keep talking all that shit and you gone end up in a stretcher

i'm headed to the top, i am the top contender,

it's a heavyweight match, it's me against whoever

so people gather round, i'mma make this dude surrender,

cause bitch i call the shots, i am the director,

and yeah i smoke that loud, it's like i need a damn suppressor,

yeah i'm talking weed, i do that shit for pleasure,

that shit just keeps me chill and helps me handle all this pressure,

so school is in session, and i am the professor,

so people settle down, and let me give this lecture,

y'all better take notes, to make your grades better,

cause all y'all niggas failing, and this is the last semester,

think about it real quick, damn that shit was clever,

bitch i drop bombs, niggas running for some shelter,

and this is only verse one, the rest is only fresher,

i already killed it but i'm bout to make it deader,

cause now i'mma go off like somebody flipped a lever.