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ain’t nobody come talk to me
I decided to fuck with me ain’t nobody as hot as me
Niggas these 1 dimensional rappers they can not rock with me
I’m Biggie 2

on the block

I got bars like we in Vegas 
Malt life 
So I'm probably wit Vegas 
Talk like I was raised by miss davis
Or should I say Greene
Cuz dat was her

list
First line spendin' grind time on this monolith
By the first four bars its pretty obvious
I'm prominent, comin' proper and topplin
Lame ass novices

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Recon-Struction 2

he got an afro) yo, but I got dough
Why's my name the Large Professor?
Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heifer
Don't talk about how

faint
Got love from the rabbi, the son, and the prophet
His blood in my drink so my demons, they sank

Woah
Cap
That's wack
Watchu talking bout yo
I don't

stab my back with a jagged knife
Okay That's it I've had it I'm unleashing havok
That shit is too whack yo my shit is like magic
Y'all say I can't rap

anxious, full throttle while I'm rising out the basement
Talk to the sky having decent conversations
Never abide by anything that don't make sense, yeah
I

cake kinda money
Haters hatin on me low key
Outloud I'm laughin at'em
I see yo emoji eyes
Im me so its no suprise
Up late got the sleepy eyes
You resting

they rap they be lyin'
Bitch wanna talk but I don't got no time
Im sippin' lines I don't pour by the pint
Why he be rappin' like that 'cause he shinin'

factuals

All in yo feelings
That's why you can't get by
Put em away for a sec
Give it a try

Watch how you handle business like a G
Grandaddy style cool

then get it back by tomorrow. I’m loving all the things you do my boo got the juice. Tell valet get the coupe the one that’s missing the roof. I know I

erryday

Young Roddy
Do this shit erryday all day
Y'all tracks don't get no airplay
Y'all niggas don't want no gunplay
You ain't got no bread on yo lunch

bitch yo ass been denied
I been lurkin' in the shadows, quarantined by the mayor
He heard the prophecy, my parents were beast makers
Each paper is

I'm just punching lining
mayweather climate
While they word vomit
No heart in''em just stomach lining
I gotta rhyme venom catch a stomach virus
Lab coat

seeing shapes and colors like a light emitting diode
A lot of Gang Gweens are in the same area code
Gotta latch 'em all together by the wagonload
Just

(you know)
Super engineer, Duro (yeah)
Skame Dolla, what up?
Yeah

Ayy, yo, best rapper, sharpshooter, ex-trapper (what's going?, mm-hmm)
Check

clinical
So when you do make sure you tell em why
Sometimes it's better to be alone
Today I blocked your number
Deleted you out my phone
Shit hurts
But

around and know that none of em will ever stunt
If you got a problem then I'd prefer that you would be up front
Instead of later finding out the shit you

And declared a declaration
And I don't need no independence
Cause I got the lord by my side
He the head I'm the limb
He say what to do I abide
He woke me up like

“Rue”
Niggas think they tuff yellin @ ladies in da brib
Talk wocky to a real 1 he get bopped up in his wig 
But nah I’m too respectful kept it

with lotta clowning, like this industry of counterfeits
And I'm the only one that's real giving 'em something that they can feel
The vibe I bring is

one in the head you know how we play it them shots be flying no get backs
I’m serving them junkies fasho got lines of fiends they come by the six pack

And it weighs by the ton
And fire off rhymes like a fucking machine gun
I'm fuckin' this game like Olivia Munn

So go ahead and hate me
Cause I'm better

Thinking bout my past boy I did some shit
Flip some shit and hit some licks
I was always in the mix
Put in work from 9-6
Cuz 6-9 I'm with yo bitch