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I’m looking in the mirror hate to see my past I’m Moving fast I hate the snake I know they in grass Skipping class subtract the hate I’m kinda good in math They Wishing bad on me it’s funny I proceed to laugh I’m on a money mission no Santa clause I need the bag I’m not a quarter back if I hand it off no running back Call of duty scope on the snipe you know it came attached Niggas talking crazy and shit they know I will attack It’s crazy how I flow to this beat I’m bringing rapping back My word c4 but this bomb I left it on your back I try to tell the world to be calm but I just can’t relax My shooter breaking all of the records I think he want max The loud that I’m smoking you never heard of that I’m spitting facts these lames ass niggas they gotta take the back I came back you know that I want it so I’m taking that Satan rap fire ass fuck no mistaking that These nigga capping I don’t mean computer I grab the condom she turn around she grab the ruler My white boy like Steve Nash I love my shooter for the money I go flash yes I’m coming to ya Okc Chris Paul I being the thunder to ya John whick dress in all black you know I’m coming to ya