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actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be

His top 3, Logic, Joyner, Marshall Mathers
Pro-free speech but gets mad
When called a cracker
Takes Anthony Fantano as fact
But if he has the wrong

deux Steeve, Anodajay
Mad love pour le Sept, couvre le game au complet, genre le A pour le Z
Pis j'suis là pour le zeub, le game, j'ai des opps sur le

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They

or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip

you want everything
After this album, I gotta put this rap shit on pause
I spent like 20k on these songs
From equipment to the beats to the studio time

albums back everytime I drop 





What's the word boy?

I'm really dropping work





Why you  mad boy 

You suckers getting served

that I ain't tryna fake
Quiet ass fans be the loudest when it's time to hate
When it's time to ride; nothin but empty promise by my side
All these albums

People's Choice

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats

Calm Down

Dizzy Wright

State of Mind

2014

and let me get you high
See you looking for a reason to be mad, but I don't know why
Keep it real you been salty all day and you can't even lie
'Cause

I rap
I get love in real life, I don't need double taps
Some of my fans young as fourteen, it's mad
'Cause I was fourteen when I got stabbed
By

flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm

Every Five Minutes

Motion Man

Redneck Games

2004

another smash 
I just hit em wit it a minute ago 
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show 
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star 
When J-Rocc

and traffic's
At a standstill
Slay know I'm mad I missed his album (Facts)
But I don't play, like math
The kid's a problem (Uh, huh)
Different kind of caliber

nerves.
Now I've read the word and seeks redemption
But for this album I'll make a fcuking exception

(Chorus)
To all the homeboys workin in Argos
To all

You mad that you can't develop shit
So you come at me to stay relevant
But you not even on the fuckin' level that I'm in
So don't even try to excel with

and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That

are loved by everybody
Everybody’s platinum selling album, caught an early body
I mean, both my offerings went double platinum
So that means the people

that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you