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Anybody could get it I'm making head shots
Try me and I make your neck pop like a pez top
It ain't really no type of question I'm just the best ock
Weapon for protection you flexing but you a dead opp

I was born a billion dollar baby keep your lady back
For I have her bent in the cedes, come get your lady back
Maybe they impatiently spray me, but I ain't phased w that
Crazy little wannabe gangstas'll get they faces cracked

I take em back to back
Faded, medication had made into a crazy cat
Days of meditation would save me and now I'm racing back
Blaze it til I'm Asian, amazing the way I make it back
Break the pack and face it, it's tasty I'm smoking sour crack
Only blazing papers don't waste it inside no flavor wrap
Baby I ain't playing that

Now that I'm lifted kid let's get back to business
Any misfit that wishes to be a target gon get this
I advise you to rise a bit for you challenging kingship
We could fight like we racing inside the ride for the pink slip
All your bitches could witness you get disfigured you sinking
You should cherish the moments that you got left to be blinking
I got dudes that'll do ya like Wilksbooth shooting Lincoln

All this gin in my system give me an itch to get viscous
Keep your bitch at a distance she probably thinks I'm delicious
I got no fucking problem with gettin straight to the business

All these little puppies tryna play in the dog house
I ain't pulling punches, we rumble I'm going all out
Smack you off the pavement, get caved in I'm spraying all rounds
I just want you dead cause you playing games in the wrong town

You can't evade this, your fate is to stay up under me
Run run, come for me, hunnet holes inside ur dungarees

This my fucking castle, the shepherd and you a sheep to me
Keep it fucking walking, you peasants don't get to speak to me

I'm peaking peacefully
Reaching out to the beast in me
Creeping up on em secretly
Leaking along the street you be
Pleading but I keep beating these
People that wanna beef with me

Diamonds in my mind I been climbing since 95
Flying in the sky before I had been getting high
Automatic grips and my Audemars switching vibes
Order you in a ditch cause you snitching and switching sides
Gold all over my wrist, sit and watch I'm on different time

I got a wicked mind thinking back to different times
Sitting sniffing sixty lines tripping, high
Fishing for this wisdom my imprisoned mind lifted me to gifted heights
I been feeling sick for a minute don't wanna sit and fight

A bit surprised
These spitters just tryna mirror mine
I could split the planets and shift the tides
Rip open a chasm, the catalyst of a sinners life...
But you too fucking stupid to understand what I'm spitting right?

I see you slipping, your grip has been looking less than tight
I don't see an inkling distinguishing you from every type
Wipe them eyes it's time to decide if it's really worth your life
You so fucking worthless, keep working to try and split the ice

Face it I'm the greatest
No way around it, you bound to claim it
Must be ashamed to keep chasing but never match the pace that
I been skating, I take it that you a great disgrace and
You tryna break this, but never managed to match state that

My mind could manifest
I've shattered every challenge, test and battle so I'm bound to flex
Check my fucking records I'm never sweating a clown or pest
I came from a shrouded mess, found myself and earned the fucking title to be crowned The best

I been in the mountains, was drowning until I learned to swim
Broke away from all of the people wearing a phony grin
Back inside my city, my citadel almost lost the king
They be taking shots and they grazing skin, they barely sting
Take the time to recognize the awful state your fate is in

I be in the street when u see me kid you could take a swing
Better make it count cause I guarantee imma take ur chin
This shit goes for anyone tryna front like I can't get it in
I'm the fucking president, press him and you gon taste the end
I'm fucking sick of these children lately I'm taking heads
Dying by my hand is an honor I make the Grateful Dead

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