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Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya? 
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny, 
Can I get any higher,
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
the sickest cats

Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???

See I exist
the sickest cats

Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???

See I exist
Sinke
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self
forever if I stay in my zone
I speak on this generation but can't change it alone
I heard a lil lil homie talking reckless in Vibe
Quite a platform you
you to spending your album money to hear my verses
I say what people think but are to scared to say
I'm that wild renegade and I been let out to play
can I veto that bill
Will we live together forever
Bittersweet memories we making together
Weather whatever, you there on my arms
Be the fire I
to it, no hula hoop
And I can’t lie like I like this shit like I usually do
And I'm just not impressed by you niggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big
just knew him
it's hard to put it into words you know
it's hard to say what you feel
it's hard to say what you feel....
I guess all wounds heal over time
just knew him
it's hard to put it into words you know
it's hard to say what you feel
it's hard to say what you feel....
I guess all wounds heal over time
a lot, I had something to choose
Look at that, I can say there’s something to prove up in your ass
Yeah, I guess
That’s enough of the past, what makes you
[CHORUS]
I'll keep this brief it's nice to meet you
Though I can't get past your ego
I never hold a grudge cause love is the way
Hello hi
Valentine’s Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I can’t fool them no more. It’s job time

Every day every day
Got to work every
I got em snowboarding in August
And I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the Hill
don't dare stop
Come alive y'all gimme what ya got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay I
Rise shine for the light has come
I count all things as dung
Compared to the knowledge of God the Son
Serious as heart attacks
Took off my
says "I've got every right to get loud." I says "You can't do a god damn thing about it, because I'm expressing myself in your court, and there is
Certified Wise in the house tonight
(Certified Wise!)
Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say
Certified! (Wise!)
Certified! (Wise!)

The Certified have
Shout out to all you dirt bags, NYU dirt bags
That's right scum suckers guess who's in the house?
I came here to lace you, you pigs, you get laced
dead wrong
To whom it may concern: yo, donÆt even try, kid
Because you couldn't see me even if I was your eyelid
 
When I rhyme for the summertime,
you gone I can call whenever he hit me
Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother
How are
the one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold
I mean, can't believe that you
free y'all think
Right now, it's somebody who ain't eat all week
That would kill for the shit you throw away in the street
I guess one man's trash is
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say