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ShitIt's Wiz |
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Khalifa man |
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This shit hot, right? |
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Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think |
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True diplomat, no |
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Jim Jones and no |
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PinkAnd the city wanna know what, except that |
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I claimBlackout be the gang, it's attached to my veins |
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And I don't got a problem giving naps to |
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ElaineOrder every syllable, every rap to my name, ye |
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The grim reaper came back with a cane |
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That's me, spittin crack to your brain |
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Niggers, they can't stand me, ladies, they demand me |
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Damn your man's handy |
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And I'm the mayor when |
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I blam with them hands |
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Have you seeing stars like you walk with them |
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GrammiesYour reign was short, |
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I'm running it now |
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Knock your teeth out for biting, now you be gunning my style |
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I keep it, honey |
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I'm selling them, |
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I'm the blackout |
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Put my sneakers to your face, you'll be running your mouth |
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It's too late nigga |
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It's too late nigga |
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Man, it's too late |
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Y'all niggas ain't early enough |
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It's my time nigga |
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And some say |
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I'm contradictory |
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Cause I flow nice and spit |
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I mean, trying to get green |
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Play it how |
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I split teams |
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You'll be sixteen, storming nigga sixteen |
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Six two, feeling glock with a sick lean |
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Big dreams, only two words, get green |
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Which means never had no job |
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I spit, to keep it simple, the truth like no lies |
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No god, I know why |
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I make it clear, there's no reason for your life |
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And I make it ahead, see me speeding and blow by |
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You dudes fake, |
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I see through you with closed eyes |
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And won't stop, till they can get rich |
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And make pay from the rap |
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I spitIt ain't hard to tell, like a snitch, that |
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I'm next on deck |
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And care less about who making the pay |
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Listen, it's too late |
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It's too late nigga |
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It's too late man |
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It's too late |
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Y'all dudes fake, pray for me |
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It's my time nigga |
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You catch rabies if you bite this hair |
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Safe to say |
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I don't like to share, ye |
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You see I'm what the ladies want, so they like to stare |
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I'm a beast, |
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I eat tracks and bite the snare |
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See I got blind eyes and they like the glare |
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Dudes hate cause |
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I rock shit they like to wear |
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And I'll battle anybody who can fight the fan |
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Spit, crack, put the pipe in their ears |
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And my boys have the nigga broke down in a second |
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Shots split a clown into sections |
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Round your protection, |
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I'm back at it like a crack addict |
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The fact I spit crack dog, |
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I'm ass-backwards |
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I lay it down, bring a clown to his knees |
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See, we be a truce in |
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D, yeAnd niggas faking like they kicking cause they moving them keys |
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But if I shoot you |
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I be doing a deed nigga |
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It's too late |
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It's too late nigga |
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It's too late man |
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It's too late |
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Y'all niggas ain't early enough |
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It's my turn nigga |
