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Whoadie Hason & Drew Davis

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Look, huh
Back to the Future faster than Michael J, might fade away
Retro Air 1's, feelin' like Michael J, no J Foxx
Still might catch me in Kings Tower
Every single got a jingle, I make you watch for an hour
While I do my thang, levitatin' like David Blaine
Watch me rise out of the dirt like D Johnson
Call me the king of the Night Walkers
Exed her off the team, on Billie Jean I got to moon walking
Look, Kicked her out least I ain't stab her up
Mask on with the jumpsuit and a butchers knife, they know what's up
Put that on my last name, lotta tricks under the hat
I pull out you see two thangs, crazy and obnoxious
Get to talkin' to them fishes, we ain't have time for a coffin, tie his feet up
Stick and move, this boy a monster, 'Vander better speed up
I can't lose, I'll bite this nigga the ear before I'm beat up

"Mike were you really sick this week, what was the problem?"
"I broke my back..."
"What do you mean by that, you bro-?"
"My back is broken..."
"What part, a-a-a vertebrae or-or-or a- ?"
"Well..."
"Spinal"

Carmen Diaz, Eddie Murphy who I mob with
Quick in Harlem Nights, she wanna fight the way I talk shit
I'll shoot her toe, thinkin' she gone bleed me?
Had to let her know, ain't one to be fucked with
Shake me up, talkin' combustion when I pull out with this baby Glock
One eye focused looking down the sights, call me Fetty Wap
Shmurder dancing
Wanna see me hit it from the line? Bitch, I'm Reggie Jackson, back in action
Preparing for Creed, think I'm Michael B.
Huh
Jordan In the finals 6-0, niggas can't f*ck with me
I'm Black Jesus or Baby G, we playin' hardball
Hand me down jerseys be dusty, smellin' like my grandma
Slid into the home plate Harlem shakin', dust my paws off
Cali Native grew up watching Snoop, got the flow from Scoob
Whoadie get to snapping kinda extra, call me Scrappy-Doo
What it do Drew up on that track, cookin' like Uncle Drew
Started as my dealer 'til we teamed up, shit who would've knew
Cult World, make 'em see the vision, shit we takin' over
In a Rover, Heat up in my palms, call me Erik Spoelstra
Hit 'em hard dropping 45's like I'm J harden
Traveled East locked in with some beast, we like who guardin'
Easy work, I put on my gear watch me go berserk
Locked into the lab experimentin' with the sweaty shirt
King and Brodie all we know is ball, I don't think this'll work
Hard times, man this shit average to a god
I'll deal with the pain, 'cause all you see is fire in my eyes
Middy fade away, I'm feeling like Melo in his prime
I'll never change, I just find a different way to shine
Different way to rhyme, different way to make these niggas hate
I'll never sneak a nigga, that just ain't the way I'm raised
Locked inside a cage, bet I find my way, watch me break out
Line 'em up, I knock 'em down, we treat this shit like take out

Bitch, (Yeah)
I-I-I-I told you niggas man I-
Back at it again
Damn, Whoa
F*ck you think they call this Cult World fo' nigga?
We killin' you niggas

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