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the truth to me
But I don't mix the negatives with business opportunities
The fluency is veteran
Never got the letterman
Let me that leave that dotted line

According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ

Rihanna

normally 
Like sitting in a room with a fucking hat on shirtless near by buddies studio
Like that's not normal to me but what if it is
And what if I just

Yeah, I know just what you need
Is another song by a man who looks like me
We need new voices on the line
In politics, in rock-and-roll, in darkness

all again
But I can't
So, I mix up the Wock with the drank
Damn
Sorry, that's just how i vent
Damn

No, I can't lie
I think about you all the time

blunts
Yeah you know I just be chillin' and smokin' my weed
Mix it up with the Grabba it punch
I said it's personal
I'm high off the kush, I'm smokin' too

the whole game with life, I breathe
Onto the mic and you see my genes
It's a little bit of Cole
Kenny on the beat
Tyler in the mix, man Marley how I leap
You

game with life I breathe
Onto the mic and you see my genes
It's a little bit of Cole
Kenny on the beat
Tyler in the mix man Marley how I leap
You goddamn

missed a three
I’m consistently on the list of gs cause of the way I spit with ease
Always in the mix it’s a breeze never tripped or sneezed but I’m pissed

guitar falls out of tune
Makes up for the lost ground with a small act of benevolence
But he swears the world's the same
When he looks up sees the moon

you used to
This the reckoning no baby shark I'm going doo doo
Everything is for us always by us FUBU
Getting done up faster than Usain Bolt with some

that’s said by man
The prophets wrote about the prophecies of sins by man
The past dug a hole for us and we climbed right in
There ain’t no going back, but

coat, yea, yea
Ice
Like pop I bring the smoke, I walk in the spot and shake up the room
Shake up the room
I'm fuckin' them all by the 3
When I'm done man

you niggas know how I'm stepping
It ain't shit neutral
I'm just staying out the mix
Cause the sauce gone come with some noodles
On my own time
Turn

wont break

Fake it til you make so I'm about to cop a key
Them niggaz not in the mix
Them niggaz coppin pleas
Them niggaz was grabbin nicks
My niggaz

And room in the sky for the dreams to float
Escalator yo all in good time
Got love in my heart with knives in my eyes
Hope in my hand sheepish in my feet

mix it with hip hop present it to disc jocks
Gift raps
And some of y'all heard O2dR's always going for the bars
and I'm sorry for the mixup
Only spirit

I'd bet on you as far as you're thrown
By gnomes with torn ligaments and tissues for bones
Kiss the ring when the capo come home, last of my stones
Were

Fuck his bitch i'm the man now
Yes the man with the plans, I got bands nows
Caught him on a lacking by his self
Fuck boy know you ain't safe
When we come

get me a plaque, the million dollar man

I got a plan, I can tell she a fan, I think she my first stan
Counting some heads with my clan, any man I'll

They kind of caught me off guard
I know they made a mistake when they passed the guitar
Know when I enter the game
I left all of my feelings behind

with a boss the man is named, Route.
cnd I can Vouch.  I'm goin all out for the knock out. We pop out.
Used to count the days, Now I'm a Tiger out

me the mic
Man I swear that shit done changed my life
And tell my bro Kartii that Im sorry if we ain't seeing eye to eye
Yeah I'm glad we could put all

to ask to mix some white with my brown
My homie says I can't be dating these white women
But I'm a stubborn mother fucker and my type is written in