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of the mic,
Even when the blade's duller than butter bendin a knife.
Jeweler's loupe over the verses: clustered, perfected ice.
Searchin for the right words

to flush the rumors
Or projections'll turn into a metric ton of tumors
Pair of deuces he uses his plumage for the coup de grace
No jewelers loupe needed

to the jeweler you heard me
Ayy, ayy
All my homies ridin' to the mall, we slidin
Bustin' down my Rollie, drippin' like Poseidon
Bae coochie taste like Fruit, I

parted
And I tucked the ring away
Meant nothing to me now
Or that’s what I would say
‘Til I took it to a jeweler, he rubbed it with a cloth
And looked