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Woo!
Benny shouldn't have gave me this
I'm Bam Bam in the booth
All I make is hits
Yo mans can't be the truth, he a counterfeit
Tryna' fit shoes meant for a real one
And people know the real deal when I say, uh
Best believe if yo mans prone to get out of his dome
Thinking he can take a king off his throne
Them I'm like sh'mone
(Ay it's on, boy you know)
Best believe I'ma do this EP justice
(No question I'ma do this thang justice)
Taking losses to floss for a boss it's nun'n
(It's nun'n)
And I know
(Know)
When I blow people gon' wanna piece of the pie
But I reply "oh nah"
(Nah)
Aaaaa
Hardwired as the grind type
Hard times when coming out of the D Town
That's how the Cookie crumble
But I don't stay down when I fumble through the rubble
No Lyon, I want the Empire
I climb sky heights when I get down
That Detroit lifestyle be like Yugioh
Watch now, if you slip on the wrong field
They gon' pull cards or send you to graveyards
You know
I'm just on the scene tryna' get cozy with the green
And my dreams while y'all over there
Making up a meme
And got relationship goals as the main theme
But for me, never that I lay back
And I see y'all hella wack
Sayin' I ain't gettin' on, dead wrong
When I'm gettin' off doin' em so bold
Trust me
If yo mans prone to get out of his dome
Thinking he can take a king of his throne then
I'm like sh'mone
(Ay it's on, boy you know)
Best believe I'ma do this EP justice
(No question I'ma do this thang justice)
Taking losses to floss for a boss it's nun'n
(It's nun'n)
And I know
(Know)
When I blow people gon' wanna piece of the pie
But I reply "oh nah"
(Nah)
Aaaaa
A million out of ten y'all could never be a threat
Only gang gangs y'all rep is the Molly Perco-set
Mcs ticking me off, call my flow the bomb threat
Then I kick em off, that's a field goal flex, said
A mouthful like y'all could stomach a teaspoon
Yeah I rain shells, when I get into givin' em hell
Y'all pop pills, I pill caps
You flick lighters, I spit that
I'm too ill in case the difference ain't perfectly clear
And I will never be one to embellish how quickly malevolently
I can kill
I just go ham and let chickens know beef with me is not a barbecue
They wanna feel, look
Three times iller than you
That's what I call keepin' it trill
Let every one of your people know Hip Hop is back
And better than ever foreal, yeah
Sunset to sunrise I grind 'til my last breath
No doubt how do dat sound if I chase clout like you clowns
Time's now for the wave riders to drown while I'm on the grind
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