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acknowledged your presence
Sit down you're a peon
Said I'm reborn without resuscitation This gun ain't a toy, when I'm talkin bout Leon
Bro bro spoke down

Brand New

Kanye West

Second Semester

2007

as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that about a bitch
And I'ma talk shit until I'm

Brand New

Yukmouth

Million Dollar Game

2006

as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that about a bitch
And I'ma talk shit until I'm

step for free
Say I been thuggin on my own, ain't no nigga checkin me
Fuck boy, don't head blown, thinkin you can't fuck wit me
Still got the heart

Keep prayin' that I fuckin' choke
Wanna kick me when I'm down
But I still stand on broken bones
And the ones who claimed thеy hate me
Still stay all over

Gangsta in sandals, beat by Lexx Samplez
Yea, Eva told me be patient, I can't, I'm anxious
Fuck that talkin', let's get crackin'
Forty-five, head smackin',

my name when i'm in town
Why you still talkin shit better pipe down
No matter what I always win cause

Imma keep it real
Imma do me give a fuck how you

I just, I just called up my demon
I just, spent a bag up in Neiman
I jugg, ride around with that heater
I jugg, I jugg, chase 'em down like a cheetah

you
Except for all the fake friends
All I really wanna do is diss you
All I wanna do is convince you

That if I was sound asleep
I could walk down

to run me up a bag now they saying that I’m worthy
Now I’m ballin no nba but she still wan wear my jersey
I seen ups I seen downs walking through this life

When I'm all by my lonely
Swear that pain hittin different
Don't speak on my feelings
Won't nobody there the listen
Foot up on that gas
Had my mind

opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'

doubt
Not just the Jaz huggers, I'm talkin 'bout
The shames that same the Kane
And all Rakim's sons
The Chuck D part threes
The KRS Two to Twenty-One
Yo,

makin' pussy walkin
I be jokin', ain't talkin' I'm fuckin' bitch and kiddie
You think I'm makin' diss, it's not a lie

Really with it, all these niggas, I

talkin shii he typed that 
If I got locked up guarantee you wouldn’t write back
Put that on the 4 I’m blow These niggas some hoes 
Trynna hold me down from

down in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips cross a nigga back, way back,
and now they wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys,

Fazogang shit niggas know what the fuck goin on
Niggas trynna play talkin like I can't rap nigga
Im bouda let y'all niggas have it fuck you talkin

don't diss on no track
We getting bread give a fuck bout tax
Bro say he want no fye
Just do a damn job he gone spin when the sun still out
Ion trust shit

hunnid rounds in this lil hoe and naw I ain't talkin bout extendo clip
When she asked to suck it I sat back and pictured if this chick could really go down

and a bitch is still thick
Gettin in shape so you hoes can go Diss
I am the star call that makin a wish
Not talkin bout cancer I make these hoes sick
Don't own

tryna put us on the map
Even tho I'm livin dangerous I still don't need a strap
Yeah Ive seen a lot of shit but I ain't no witness to this shit
I bet they

Why's everybody still callin' me a rapper?
I'm an artist, I just rap for fun but still do it the hardest
Should've known that I was comin' like

I'm broke that's how the rixh stay rixh
I ain't worried bout a diss
Find me on the internet they still askin bout a disk
Put my words with visuals

the fangs off a cotton mouth|Right there by my house way out in the south|Know what I'm talkin' bout, it would appear no|Girl who's that zero, I am the hero,