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yeah new shit isa new hit you quit isa new lit through the highway I come lyk a new transit few love me bytheway am due spit crew quit en they decided the views split grew up with no brother no dad so my lilo sista call me fatha rap que so long but ama do it lyk no other competition so tough,judges gave me buzzers shit didnt stop me,made me tougher Now am wearing silver like silver suffer magazines put me on em covers take over the game like fucking hover old niggas say they dont wanna pass the mic fake em cees creating fake beef fights stolen life its aight we going to new heights but if a nigga cross me he get the fight on the stage am light behind the scene am hyped new shit isa new hit you quit isa new lit truth is none of these niggas is my I