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Niggas talking but niggas dont really want it. Say the right shit have me pop up on them like I spawned in. They jaw drop so I be quick to give them a jaw lift. Knocking niggas out swift kombat I'm flawless. Strong hits leave a nigga couphing. Working a nigga leaving him exhausted. Leave blood leaking like a faucet. All that talking really cost him. Don't make me put a nigga in his coffin. That whoofin nun but shit talking. Better be able to get to walkin. I'm coming with the leash to tie ya off with. When I get mad my mind convolses. It's kinda like I lost it. I get kinda sick like a rabied pit, start barking and tossing. Throwing my body around like I'm moshin. Throwing money around like I'm in a auction. Getting down like I'm fucking flawsing. Everybody better move with caution once I start saucing. Slippery from the drip , the puddle my outfit causing. Always been a small dude, a lil guy, a skinny thing, but always been making boss moves, with still eyes, watching everything. Watching my front my back my 6 and my left, all while making sure none of my homies is getting checked. I'm quick to call rec. Never been one to stand for disrespect. For I jus can't connect with a nigga talking out his neck. Got a give him a heat check. Offer him his seat back. I'm always feeling froggy so nigga leap back, dont get smoked cause a dumb ho u wanna pretect. She destined to fuck with me next. Read the pretext. I mean that I done seen it, mad times these hoes are never gonna mean shit, they all got cold hearts like some demons. They only good to toss them your seman. Then be up, gotta bounce , like im leaving. For the dick these hoes be finien, believe it. But anyways how ya do, I'm talking to you the person giving my music a view. I appreciate the support it's like ammunition to use, to keep brewing music in my living room, like it's a stu. One day I'll be in the studio making music to, till one day I'm selling out a venue. I need the hype, I used to use drugs to stay up all night, now I see that's not alright to live that type life im getting better, healthier mind. Gaining weight on a steady incline. Feeling myself out at bars looking for feline. Some pussy to eat , call that dinner time , wine and dine. Cause when I eat a hoe she always cry. I dont know why. I'm looking for brighter days , for the sun to shine. No more spending days hiding inside. I wanna take trips go for a ride. Sit back and relax, fuck living life in a trap. I need my life back, for that I really used to neglect. I was acting like a reject but I'm ready to be what I'm destined to be, nocap.
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Niggas talking but niggas dont really want it. Say the right shit have me pop up on them like I spawned in. They jaw drop so I be quick to give them a jaw lift. Knocking niggas out swift kombat I'm flawless. Strong hits leave a nigga couphing. Working a nigga leaving him exhausted. Leave blood leaking like a faucet. All that talking really cost him. Don't make me put a nigga in his coffin. That whoofin nun but shit talking. Better be able to get to walkin. I'm coming with the leash to tie ya off with. When I get mad my mind convolses. It's kinda like I lost it. I get kinda sick like a rabied pit, start barking and tossing. Throwing my body around like I'm moshin. Throwing money around like I'm in a auction. Getting down like I'm fucking flawsing. Everybody better move with caution once I start saucing. Slippery from the drip , the puddle my outfit causing. Always been a small dude, a lil guy, a skinny thing, but always been making boss moves, with still eyes, watching everything. Watching my front my back my 6 and my left, all while making sure none of my homies is getting checked. I'm quick to call rec. Never been one to stand for disrespect. For I jus can't connect with a nigga talking out his neck. Got a give him a heat check. Offer him his seat back. I'm always feeling froggy so nigga leap back, dont get smoked cause a dumb ho u wanna pretect. She destined to fuck with me next. Read the pretext. I mean that I done seen it, mad times these hoes are never gonna mean shit, they all got cold hearts like some demons. They only good to toss them your seman. Then be up, gotta bounce , like im leaving. For the dick these hoes be finien, believe it. But anyways how ya do, I'm talking to you the person giving my music a view. I appreciate the support it's like ammunition to use, to keep brewing music in my living room, like it's a stu. One day I'll be in the studio making music to, till one day I'm selling out a venue. I need the hype, I used to use drugs to stay up all night, now I see that's not alright to live that type life im getting better, healthier mind. Gaining weight on a steady incline. Feeling myself out at bars looking for feline. Some pussy to eat , call that dinner time , wine and dine. Cause when I eat a hoe she always cry. I dont know why. I'm looking for brighter days , for the sun to shine. No more spending days hiding inside. I wanna take trips go for a ride. Sit back and relax, fuck living life in a trap. I need my life back, for that I really used to neglect. I was acting like a reject but I'm ready to be what I'm destined to be, nocap.
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