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(Checkin' it)
Uno, I came with the chopper
I leave a hole in
You like motherfuckin' bagels (Bagels)
Girl, don't you listen to
Them little niggas
I swear they

when I walk
Listen to me when I talk
Its not by force
But its obvious that I'm on course
On the right path
To more fame and more cash
I got tired

and listen
All the women
Wanna pick him
I love  attention
We know they
Gon forgive em
Middleschool im
Playing it cool
Crowd watching
Play the fool
Class clown

style he so bitch
Go get it on the frontlines
Foes running through em like a stop sign
Flow sizzling and more hot lines
Call it torcher without dying

(Aye)
Halos in the clip (Aye)
Came up on a bag
Popping these tags
In the new jag
Woah, Don't want to brag but you know my bi***es is bad
Lil N***a Im up

winning
Just cooling and chilling and making these changes
Might look a lil dangerous
But you gotta walk the edge on faith if you wanna see the end

in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it

bank take lil' bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
You would think money's growin' on trees
The way your boy run through

Baethoven
Just need one more day
So don’t get carried away... nah, nah, nah
So don’t get carried away, listen to the words I say
It’s been a long road on this

of envy (Hate)
Ayy, slide through this bitch
Get that lil' whip stopped (Bitch)
So many tools came out when they slide
Look like a pit stop (yeah)
I don't

First wake up
Now you're woke
No you're not
You don’t know
Now you know
Path that you have chose
May be wrong
What?
May be right
Yeah
Listen to my

just began
Take a look at my wrist and I ice the bitch out
She just wanted some bread, put this dick in her mouth
Claiming she love me, but what she

not deceive you, I manifest truth in a sense that is false
By that, I mean that you wouldn't believe me if I sat you down and I showed you my faults

the time
It took yo' ass to grind, I'm a mastermind
Look around and tell me what you see

I see fifty butterheads with they checks waitin' on me
Thirty for

people stealing money)
ついて回る肩書き
(Haunted by fame)
みんな違ってそれで良い
(Originality is the key)
だけど向かうコモディティ
(Everybody going to be commodity tho)
俺はやらない半端なshit
(I

in my direct, bet we spinnin' through theyre set
Yeah, move, yeah, niggas tryna stop my every move
I been rappin' on these beats, put me in the mood

wanna listen to my fucking warning!
Stop! Okay, what do you want? I'm sorry
I don't wanna hear it, I'mma bust the door in!
I ain't even mean what I said!

on instrumentals ain't incidental
Y'all on the outside looking in, peeking through the window
You should listen to the whole song before you begin to
Start second

And posting on your twitter (HA)
"Look at this wigga spitting slicker
Than a lot of" nnnnNNNAH
I guess you're meaning black men
I've got the sickest raps

wit' my eyes closed
Move wit' killers, I feel like El Chapo
On the grind, yeah, it ain't gon' stop though
Hate on me but your pockets look Flacco
See my

pretty unusual

Around 24/7 he gon' be lil' delusional
I got the addy, knocking, I been hearing that your daddy

Wanna meet me, 'fore I go out with your

straight bars
(free love, free love)
(free love, free love yeah)
Yeah, I'm back, sheesh
Look
Finally it feel like I done fell back in love
With my craft but

All they do is constantly trying to trap you
Like in ‘em Saw movies - look what trusting them led to,
Once you stop breathing, there is a step two,

down the street?
Grab them by the pussy
Damn that's fucked up dude
I'm surprised you haven't gotten sued
You can do anything
Dude does my pubic hair look