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first i get a hook than im comin with chorus fire ass verse drop something with a force smoove operator. ferri meet the poursh came along ways from slangging off the porch heat carry out the torch survival over corpse all my praises to the lord on the wave we all aboard i got braids n ninja swords we be hanging like a cord heard u hanging on thread that make u hanging on rope i don't even have to shoot ima go home to poop cause im shittin on the game we don't never act the same don't compare me to that lame u kno that light my flame why i always take the blame better google up insane cause this the definition but u blinded check ur vision always wanna make the wrong decision the shit don't add up u want division knowing these niggas can't play in my division im like the cheifs they like the old Cleveland im more than a weed man pee pee 2 big to be called a wee wee PAC pac 51c open up ur eyes i see they tell it like it's told to be so i put it in my poetry the rap gods be controlling me other artist envy me hard work was instilled in me i work hard it's still in me never find a pill in me i smoke like a roof chemni
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