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funny when I see people hating on me,
Because you can't stand the wack me you'd be killed,
OME we the real deal and the tracks are always a hit.
Mumble

to paradise
Watch me how I fly by
5 years. Oh my. Look at how time flies
Do it all in due time
I done seen so many numbers. I'm counting them up
We keep it

angry to friendly
I want go to Miami and jetski
Tryna become a legend like Presley
And I'll get all my shots in like Messi
And I'll beat up the opps like

has a talent 
But I think he has yet to notice 
Bright future ahead of the boy  
But he doesn't realize or know it 
And it only takes one song 
But he

trying to plot plan on scheming on my spot 
But oh I think not gone let the beat rock
I would have a heat stroke before I let the heat stop 
And that's

to cash in
All these lames treat their dreams like GTA
As soon as shots get fired, they go passive
But not me, I fire back
My lyrical drive-bys leave mental

over by elephants.
Since I came ain't been the same like ever since.
And that talking, yeah, it better end.

I'm coming!
Nobody could stop me, nobody

just don't matter
A matter of fact, i like to rhyme to shatter a track
But even more...I like to put the beats to the raps
I love the feeling. Mr Murdock

to blow me
Trying to turn me to a candle
But that nigga ATL (yeah, bitch)
Making fire tracks though

I'm married to the bag
So I brought the cash home
(I

call me Ferrero Rocher
When I'm on the beat you know I'm tapping with my feet
And when I'm running on this track, or in the stew when I go eat
You know

Pierwszy beat, to będzie długa historia

Pierwszy beat złożyłem  dzięki PSX Extreme
I Neo plus więc do końca będę wdzięczny im
Rok 9 9, młody bóg

As I find the right piece
To fit in each beat
The mistake I made when throwing those sheets
They weren’t for anyone so I just ceased
But now I know that

doh
Rappers getting mopped up I got drip by the caseload
Swizz on the track like he walking on the railroad
I be coast to coast you would have thought

gold
You can keep the rainbow
This Beat-street raps
Over tracks I'm Ramo
Die for the art
But I live for the kids
See the soul thru my eyes
You ain't live

like a free throw
Swish
Beat flow switch I don't need that
Hold back
Every track I'm on got toe tags
Rolled cash
Let me get the whole bag
Oh snap
Bet

still got his favor
Still got his favor
Still got his favor
That's the flavor
Still got his favor
Angles by my side cause in him I abide
I don't gotta

forth!)
Now that I have fallen
You think that you’ve beat me (Ha ha!)
I'm barely beginning
Just wait till the ending (Don’t get me started)
Come on keep it

on the plate
Ouu
You don't bring much on the plate
Eyes on my future I just cannot change
Can feel it deep in my vains its calling my name (Ah)
I'm on a mission

We go 50 50 

Anchor leg on the 4 by 4   
Must I still remind yaw of my legend when I tote this hoe 
Right now self reminding is critical 
Cuz whose

reparations
Got a bitch on my hip I ain't have to chase her
I just gave her some dick
and said call me later
Like damn, run like a track meet got it on cam
Uh,

inside
Barely scraping by like an anchor wrapped around and
Weighing on my mind
Fatigued restless eyes a corpse in disguise(ay)
I've overcome a lot but I

like a loose not
We ain't intimidated by your bravado you got hit once and gave it up like a piñata
The game has since changed and I ain't fucking with

that way I know that it ain't leaving
Switch the flow cuz I'm misleading
How the fuck you hate my attitude but still gon let me beat it
I peep it, I

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut