Foreign Affair$ (feat. DamarTheEmcee)

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There's no any other solution but to fight

Mr. Pull Up Super Clean
Activate the magic huh
She never seen a Rasta do it like this rapping one
Told shawty, don't box me in, I move like Holy Ghost
Dopest MC, out of Carolina, baby, wipe your nose
69 degrees, best believe I'm in my element

Niggas swear they do this shit, what they got on a specialist, huh
Yeah, DMC especially
Used to swang a gold chain, might need another necklace
Found all the jewels in me, now I wear them effortless

Watch the energy vultures, they motive sold separate
I've been to myself tilling, reviving the succulent
Grow some food, plant a flower, nigga, now you Godspeed
Still hittin', still tryna not fall off the balance beam

Hittin' shawty phone like, let me come break your back spring
And just for the record, you niggas don't wanna box me either
Still spittin' ether
Cuz ain't nothin' like these fuckin' rap niggas

Ain't nothin' like these fuckin'
Cuz we ain't nothin' like them fuckin' rap niggas
You know what time it is with me, nigga
Boy, your diamond's too cloudy, you can't f*ck with my son

Trust issues, shawty mad, I still f*ck with my gun
What you mean? Missy, that's two glizzies, then I bust on her buns
We bust eyes to end lives, y'all just bust em fun
Every stone in my chain is a wedding ring

Lord, I got a bright mind, but my bread insane
The jays slap like Steph McMahon on the deadest veins
These lil' niggas put the fetty into everything
They take notes on my style and revisit the look

Whole fam in on the plays, Pete Bell visitin' Butch
Star tender on a baby boy, that ain't how a star work
Ask for more head, she like, "come on cuz, my jaw hurt"
Bitch, listen, this batch white as the QAnon

I moved them four by four like a Rubicon
And the strength between my crew, man, it's too defined
Cops sweat us, my homies say "Alexa, play the tool is mine"
Quick stint, send him books to move his mind then move his mom

Don't trust a word these niggas say, they all smooth as slime
Buffs on me like I enrolled in school with Prime
Scuba diving in Aruba with the coolest dime
RIP to Trey Pound and to Paparazzi

The white came with blues and blondes, every drop a Nazi
Spittin' like a lisp on every single disc
Shout out to all the fuckin' fans who just copped a copy
Yeah, treat the custies like PopCopy

Had to stop, drop, pop a opp in the lobby
No blood split on my ostrich, the boxin pack
But somehow your rhymes stop at Facts was in the sink with O's, you was at Kinko's with the copycats

Your money short like it stop at the knees
Was in the mountains in the lab, I watch them chop up the leaves
San Paolo was the flight, but why not stop in Belize
Every outfit sick, I got a shoppin' disease

A lower price and higher cut, the cost of shoppin' with me
And nah, customs don't touch it when they pocket a fee
Any block that touch our profit, they get dropped in the street
Not Noxema, two fingers, they'll pop him for free

I'm a staple in the city, you a paperclip
It never been in my interest to let the paper sit
Let's do something

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