Unstoppable
ESPN HartleI'm uncomfortable winnin u already lost and it's only the beginnin I never be sinnin these clothes I be strippin the tables Im flippin I Always be livin u sour like a lemon the drank I be sippin no days I be skippin u Alway be trippin I always be winnin I always be pimpin yah agh all u rappers be fakin I'm bad like I'm Satan put u out on ice, like u be skating all the girls I be slayin I'm their god, they be prayin I always be flexing cause once I was nothing and now I be something agh all ur songs the #s be sucking the beat I be pumping and bumping and thumping it turned into something I be going hard on the track it's the talent u lack I'm good that's a fact the money I stack yahh1 I don't have time to chit chat I be grinding hard like riff raff if u ain't carful I'ma attack I'm foreal u like a Nick nac if u ain't ready ima fire back ay ay ay ay ay ay let music play for another 15 $ec$ I'm the master of death ima take ur last breath ain't nobody gonna stop me unless theres a ref ima cook u like a chef strait out the oven I'm fresh AYYYY!!! I'm ur worst nightmare the monsters be scared yeah u need childcare yeah I'm unfair I have to much souce ay u bout, to get lost ay u cold Ur like ay JACK FROST ay ay ay ay ay yahh2 every song I make its fire I can't deal with no liers or the ones with ghost writers yeah the ones that they hire ima end his whole career he's gonna retire
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I'm uncomfortable winnin u already lost and it's only the beginnin I never be sinnin these clothes I be strippin the tables Im flippin I Always be livin u sour like a lemon the drank I be sippin no days I be skippin u Alway be trippin I always be winnin I always be pimpin yah agh all u rappers be fakin I'm bad like I'm Satan put u out on ice, like u be skating all the girls I be slayin I'm their god, they be prayin I always be flexing cause once I was nothing and now I be something agh all ur songs the #s be sucking the beat I be pumping and bumping and thumping it turned into something I be going hard on the track it's the talent u lack I'm good that's a fact the money I stack yahh1 I don't have time to chit chat I be grinding hard like riff raff if u ain't carful I'ma attack I'm foreal u like a Nick nac if u ain't ready ima fire back ay ay ay ay ay ay let music play for another 15 $ec$ I'm the master of death ima take ur last breath ain't nobody gonna stop me unless theres a ref ima cook u like a chef strait out the oven I'm fresh AYYYY!!! I'm ur worst nightmare the monsters be scared yeah u need childcare yeah I'm unfair I have to much souce ay u bout, to get lost ay u cold Ur like ay JACK FROST ay ay ay ay ay yahh2 every song I make its fire I can't deal with no liers or the ones with ghost writers yeah the ones that they hire ima end his whole career he's gonna retire
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