Im too nice, and you know that cher in your prime like Margaret
When you this handsome, better hold yo hand son, im leaving rapper dudes scarlet
If you lost in translation, im part of the prestige
Bouta avenge my city and im doing it with ease
I be on my griddy, man these niggas know my steeze.
Tracks bang like chiddy, till im diddy with with the cheese.
This ain't, no type fair, Bmore all in my huddle
Where niggas push them white squares, like wheel of fortune puzzles
Getting big, like the head of kanye, restaurant eating edamame
Im on point like harpoons, got lit joints, & cartoons
This my modern life shoutout to rocko, 5 on the purple, shoutout to Flacco
Eating niggas like Baraka, around the cheese like a fucking taco
Mk on all the beat, MJ's all on my feet
Ive been fire since 13, all i needed was a flint, capiche?
I smashed your ho like mario bricks, and you ain't even know
You do know, she swallow dicks, and you ain't leave the ho
Boo you whore, how could you ever love her
All my girls mean, and i put that on my mother
Asking bout my bands, but it wasn't mister Kutcher.
I always keep it real, and i always keep a rubber
Im up on my craft, i swear im bouta hover
Lethal weapon raps, i swear im danny glover
Niggas in my township, know i hold it down bitch
I swear im always grounded, feeling like im butters
You rappers the hide type, my niggas the ride type
So when i get arrested, and ask questions i reply like....
Im God like, she blow me like the pied pipe
If you fresh to death, then i died ripe
You lied like you got dough, but you ain't even show it
Im 10 steps ahead of yall, and you ain't even know it
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