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Feel slick to the side anybody want to know though that times a movely rhythm you can't stop the games flow

No matter what they say about me

Think about me

Do I pay attention to these fakes on the street

The only thing I focus on is keeping it moving

Not these prime snakes that go with the same show

I wake up fine and feeling fresh

Chained on hooks is my interest and when I crash I go through the ceiling

Ever get so high ur in a heavenly scent

Crushing on these gems

Gun machine Kelly rises from the dead

Who is this poetic idiot

Taking shots at Marshall Mathers

Yeah that's Eminem

No one knows who you are

Sit the fuck down you tanked up idiot

Ur giving the whole nation a migraine

And when I ride it low

When the drinks get sipping

I shake my ass like Nicki Minaj has walked in the building

You can't talk to please

I'm talking about taking shots being chalk to the cheese

Chasing that Chong

Beats on the streets

Flamed hype party

Bling Round the collar

Hooded up flairs

Niked to the max

Bicycle gang Michigan

Circling those streets

What would they know about this

Kanye wannabe running riots

Rockstar emo

Twenty one pilots

See those bags under my eyes. Charge 5p for you to use them

What you saying about me you don't even know my name!

Boom wow check it out

No comeback ur a no show

Seems like nowadays everyone just wants a piece of me

Only thing I know is they're a giant centipede

So many legs and not a word to say

I wonder how long it would take

Before they even come at me

With a single word that they speak

Walk round like they're royalty where's their crown

Is that them that's doing all the talking

I'm the real thing yo I'm the real deal

Bitch I could wrap you up stick a fork through you

Ur my next microwave meal