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Ain't come out of hiding, my suit made of ghillie
There's too many humans around me that's chilly
Only my family be at my pad
We hopping like frogs in this bitch on the lilys
Everybody else got a limited warranty
Once that shit up, the door, we're finished
You can show fakers the way of the real
And they'll give you lies like papa to Millie
Just like a bug hiding deep in a corner
You give me a beat imma murder and kill it
Can't say the same for these niggas around me
They send me a verse and I don't even feel it
Can't even pay me a buck for a rhyme
Descended from clowns, these lil niggas silly
She got a thing for me, but she don't like me huh?
I'm finna baker (Bake her) like billy
This shit four L
Our bond strong like the weed on a scale
Don't get caught if you do, don't tell
Knives ain't right in the head at jail
Better hope niggas going to pay your bail
Cause it be the closest of brothers that loved one another
But trials began and they failed
Soft as a fairy, ain't talking bout tale
Niggas be greener than barrels of kale
You seen what happened to Caine in the movie
His life was depleted for thinking it's swell
This shit encrypted inside of the air
Why you think negative niggas exist?
Their purpose is deeper than spreading despair
If yo future brighter than lil baby diamonds
The devil gon send his commanders from hell
Knowing shit comes with a curse
You'll see things for what they're worth
Niggas rock designer tees but don't even cost more than their shirt
If yo brother had a fallout, you would never reimburse
Why yo brother out there tweaking?
He got jetlag from them percs
Why yo brother out there cold as Nova Scotia, you ain't hurt?
Life for him has come in last, death's approaching, he in first
Every thought that he is having bout a T.V colored hearse
That's why people ain't around me, backdoor niggas hurt the worse
Ain't come out of hiding, my suit made of ghillie
There's too many humans around me that's chilly
Only my family be at my pad
We hopping like frogs in this bitch on the lilys
Everybody else got a limited warranty
Once that shit up, the door, we're finished
You can show fakers the way of the real
And they'll give you lies like papa to mille
Just like a bug hiding deep in a corner
You give me a beat imma murder and kill it
Can't say the same for these niggas around me
They send me a verse and I don't even feel it
Can't even pay me a buck for a rhyme
Descended from clowns, these lil niggas silly
She got a thing for me, but she don't like me huh?
I'm finna baker (Bake her) like billy
I strike like a Viking
With the force of Tyson
But I am not ready so wait till I ripen
Climbing the summit, I'm too into hiking
2 Percent there and I really don't like it
I gotta type in, how I will get to the top
So I'm setting my plan in this writing
Master my discipline with my reality
Gotta combine it like words with a hyphen

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