Shot Caller
ChillyRob
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Hey, we gettin' older now, and that's the pits You know you're lookin' stiff and actin' like a bitch So why the f*ck you got a problem with me After all, you're the dipshit with a GED So why you got a problem with me I never claim to be a prodigy I'm just out here fucking up this game as a hobby And no false claims of being a king, no Now, I come to work, I bring the group together like a keynote I bring the soup together like a Aquino I listen good and I mind well, like a keen ho But still they movin' in on me like there's a problacito But there ain't no reason, yo I pay my taxes, no treason, yo Sure, I like to roll the leaves up, Blow that wiz khalifa right into the breeze, y'all What I'm sayin' is yeah, I'm guilty of smokin' major reefer But that's got me huggin' major trees, yuh And like I said, I pay my taxes, committin' no treason If that ain't enough, I like to rep my best Only after surviving the test do I like to get a little bit of cred I take it over, and soon after, we're movin' out the red We talkin' big gains and no more ninjas dead After that, save your breath I'm the first to have said I'm walkin' in, givin' no fucks I'm lookin' like a baller Straight up got my collar popped like a Guito Once I get started, I can't stop I been goin' for at least a week though So now they call me Vito But I stay on my ground, cause I'm a holler Just got that promotion, I just shot Caller Yeah, I got a little dick it's lookin' like a Cheeto Still I stand tall like I got the fuckin' cheat code Cause once I get started, I can't stop I been goin' for at least a week though I'm tryin' to stay healthy like gluten-free f*ck the wheat, yo And you know I'm always partnin' with the big beats Like, hey, Brenda, that's some fuckin' heat, yo So you better hurry up, cause I be rolling so deep I can't promise to save your seat, ho We gettin' older now, and that's the pits You know you lookin' stiff, and actin' like a bitch So why the f*ck you got a problem with me You're the dipshit with the GED I never claimed to be no Prodigy I'm just out here fucking up this game as a hobby I come to work, I bring the group together like a keynote I bring the soup together like a Aquino I listen good, and I mind well like a keen ho No false claims, bein' a king, yo Still they moving in on me like there's a problacito But there ain't no reason, though And sure, I like to roll the leaves up Blow the wiz Khalifa right into the breeze, yo What I'm sayin' is, yeah, I'm guilty of smokin' major weed, yo But that's got me out here huggin major trees, yo And I pay my taxes, refrain from committin' treason And that ain't enough, I like to rep my best Only after surviving the test do I like to get a little bit of cred I take it over, and soon after we movin' out the red We talkin' big gains and no more Ninjas dead
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