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I got style for real you know this shit on lock for real i ain't got no time to chill to get these bands i might just kill you can't compete with this even you try to drop a diss paste my tooth like Colgate nigga we know that you niggas is two faced VICTORY Lap in a new race This a marathon better tie your shoe lace giving you haters a headache my nigga just look at my cards it's too aced I just go big then I go home then can I sit back and relax I'm so lit and I'm so hot that I could light up your whole house keep it low key keep it so clean so you don't see that I got it locked While you smoking I'm the police looking for beef that I'mma chop I'm a different type of enemy that you won't even stop cuz you wasting on your energy I'm the rapper of the century