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figure, quick on the trigger
Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy

And you still losing calories,
Focused on a style of me,
Regrets to my princess, her interest, 
Focused on wildin', but in a slim dress,
Wasn't here

or you ravage, smarts over savage, mind over Mac 10, trapped nah im making im-pact in my black skin, grass roots action ain't no time for relaxing, can't

Eyes locked,hands on the wheel
Foot on the gas
Focusing on the road ahead and not
The cars wizzing pass
My throats strained by the song that
Was

Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day (Hey!)
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way

Fragments on my feet yeah I cant no crease
Pull up to your block got the goonies wit me
Yeah they rooting for me
Got all my bitches yeah I count by the three

about
From the South-West but I'm chilling in the South
Style is so sick it's got you foaming from the mouth
Like Rabies, chicken pox on babies
My mind is

ya head or hit the flo
I did my job, bad boy on the mic but it ain't Black Rob
Know what I'm sayin' there's something that I've been thinking lately

out all of my problems like I'm holding weight
My mom told me equality under equity
What you want to be not always what you get to be
Remind me

tripled my value
Got her drippin wet man that's just what the style do
They lookin at me crazy
I was never the loud dude
How you defeated by the nigga that

I'm on my champion shit yeah

Yeah hit VIP like I got 20k
Feeling fresh to death
Bottles on the way
Niggas salty I'm extra pepper
Always bring

a trip to heaven
But thats not my style i like going in loud with mac 11s
Cant wait til i catch that boy kamrin (cant wait) pull up on him and his life

You with me, we going to ride this
Shun on everybody I'm off that lethal dose
Built a presence well known when I step through doors
Superficial style

I gotta focus up I can not loose
This not your style you can't walk in my shoes
I am the one don't compare me to two
And its enough fame out here
For

rapper
I'll bet you I smoke em' like a hookah
Flowing hard while starring right at Medusa
Look
They took samples from my style that never got cleared
They

Chef dinero she love how I drip 
She loving the fit, she all on my dick
She want me know cause my style is so sick
All niggas do is they cap and talk

You know that i'm little mad
There are some problems in my head
Dressed in black, and covered by chains
The sound of metal in my veins
You look

tac
Dressed in all black
Killing the game
Death at a funeral
I love the way you make Me laugh
Your style the way you Rock them nails
Oooh

You're

this shit like there's no tomorrow

Weaponize my thoughts monetize my mouthpiece
Recognize my talk might jeopardize my outreach
Funny style niggas got me

involved
They be uptight cuz I'm walking upright look how I evolve word as bond
They talking like my style cd-rom but the same motherfuckers watch the brand

on Boston
Miami and Cleveland
Black cloak Cavalli, I floss with your mammy
She’s seasoned veteran status I pegged her
Instead of my baddest
‘Cus booties

Know that
Clock it
Word to GG clock

Want my name attached
It’s Anyway he can profit

Yeah the hottest
Yup I’ve been bad

Cocky in my style
The reasons

to bore me with your fuckin' problems
I'm bein' checked out by your fuckin' father
Ayy, all black, they think I'm saving Gotham
Hold, Jesus left me cause I

speaking rackanese
You know my brothers BGBZ, and they all elite
And they ass some sharpshooters hit you from the deep
All black in the back looking like