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Three headed beast (feat. Blackout & Jamari)
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Who you jokin' because between you and I, I don't do replicas
Why everybody gotta follow a trend, fuck what's popular
Stop being a stalker, creepin' ain't gonna get you far
Excuse my likeness, the tidiness is worth it
Rappin' is my birth defect, I was born with this drive
I'm not talkin' car rides and hell is hot
For those who sing, watch the ascending flames rise
My tennis is true and pure, so I'm not wasted potential
It's my importance, so I'm torching those that standing in my pathway
With motive, I ain't feel the burn, no need for concern
Because he's already in the urn, now who wants to have a turn
I'm nasty like a toddler running with boogers, you should've never stood there
Why be stationary, my verse is a legendary
I can see why you scrunch from up, because a skill like this is hard to obtain
Good luck withholding it, because it's too much inventiveness
Nigga, this is not a X-box, nigga, this is not a game system
So niggas not tryna play with me I would have your girls going around in circles
like a 53-16 You might as well call me an artist
Because I'm off in the booth, you know I finish with fire
I put this on for your entertainment I'm finna murder the beat like a first murder
degree I'm bout to create a motherfucking crime
scene, crime scene Yeah, you gon' hit the court, 9-1-1 on me
I'm running from the cops, man, y'all cannot catch me
Fuck it, you might as well call me Flash, because you know I'm on the dash
I'm how I don't run to a 1-8 fucking crash
Killing all these rappers, you might think I got a hit list
I might have to check you off that hit list
Bitches all over my dick like some crickies
Menace, give me five minutes, then we fucking
Tricking, I might trick your bitch into sucking
Who you jokin' because between you and I, I don't do replicas
Why everybody gotta follow a trend, fuck what's popular
Stop being a stalker, creepin' ain't gonna get you far
Excuse my likeness, the tidiness is worth it
Rappin' is my birth defect, I was born with this drive
I'm not talkin' car rides and hell is hot
For those who sing, watch the ascending flames rise
My tennis is true and pure, so I'm not wasted potential
It's my importance, so I'm torching those that standing in my pathway
With motive, I ain't feel the burn, no need for concern
Because he's already in the urn, now who wants to have a turn
I'm nasty like a toddler running with boogers, you should've never stood there
Why be stationary, my verse is a legendary
I can see why you scrunch from up, because a skill like this is hard to obtain
Good luck withholding it, because it's too much inventiveness
Nigga, this is not a X-box, nigga, this is not a game system
So niggas not tryna play with me I would have your girls going around in circles
like a 53-16 You might as well call me an artist
Because I'm off in the booth, you know I finish with fire
I put this on for your entertainment I'm finna murder the beat like a first murder
degree I'm bout to create a motherfucking crime
scene, crime scene Yeah, you gon' hit the court, 9-1-1 on me
I'm running from the cops, man, y'all cannot catch me
Fuck it, you might as well call me Flash, because you know I'm on the dash
I'm how I don't run to a 1-8 fucking crash
Killing all these rappers, you might think I got a hit list
I might have to check you off that hit list
Bitches all over my dick like some crickies
Menace, give me five minutes, then we fucking
Tricking, I might trick your bitch into sucking
