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wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing

hood skis up still walk around Got on all black so I go by Mr. Walk Em Down
Drop him on his shit and have him walkin like a zombie now
I'm not interested

trenches who ready be Robbin
I'm mr meyagi I hide in ya shadows I'm cut like a thief in da night
Come follower a leader see I'm da sensei
da one dat can give

know I'm with whatever
Flyest nigga in my city call me Mr. Feather
Niggas always tryna flex a gun, but they don't ever use it
I think I got these niggas

when you touch outta bounds it's best to toat the 50
Niggas getting wet up
I'm only getting wet up by the bitches in this telly
And I'm bringing

'm Mr. T now
Scratch off in this foreign
Watch how I get followed by dick chasers
They say my money fake, cause there ain't no way I got this much paper

MIA unless a nigga getting paid, I be staying
Out the way watch how you approaching me, cause my brothers
Ain't gon' play Tatted up by Hutch, so my

cheating ass 'bout to owe me hundred grand just for a hundred missing
I don't need to dis him, boy'a do it by his damn self
Fuck a button start when I wear

the way I created fame out of folklore
And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar
I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ,

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

You know that's jus how it go
I can change the weather in this club don't need thermometer
I'm Mr. Make It Rain lil baby I don't need barometer
You know

nigga I'm Mr. Stand-On biz
Bitch with her hand out and she tryna give me lip
Freeform dreadlocks nigga with the big boy frizz
Wife beater tank top but I

America

Society

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all

the chickies
I want ss sex I'm tricky
Save that dough like Lil Dicky
Don't abort I'm Mort and Ricky
Want it all I'm far from picky
Choosing
Done more than your

While me I remain solid 
N hone this gift on a anvil
Flow to authentic 
For you to hear another like me 
N I see this lil success
Fucking with my

And its so hard I'm the southern Big Pun
All the ops know what time it is we gon' tootsie slide on the side
Yea I heard they lil diss I just laugh no reply

'm Static Shock
I got the juice
I ain't like that nigga Q
I would've popped Bishop
Niggas call me Mr Big Shot
But I don't like billups
Every nigga Round you

I got blood on Ben Franks changed the name of A.R.P. to Curry
Got limitless range Boy what the fuck you talkin' bout
You's not my twin lil' nigga, we

might get bit by a bird
Steady switching like Irving get the bag and watching the ladies trip I'm certain
Said you're independent but still want a lame

Mr. Clark I keep the lean on me 
Get the money married to it I put a ring on it (yea)
Reality no this is not a dream 
Really get to actin on dese n****s

what you want
Can't say that I'm broke or I had my handout
I do what they don't, I get the cash, put it up ain't no burning out (at all)
She a lil vibe,

Mr X's biggest mistake was messing with us, if you ask DJ Khalid (hah) "we the best!"
I guess some introductions are at hand, my name is Eddie but

Gonnee
Y'all know who the fuck it is Nigga
Mr no need for a introduction
The man the myth the legend
Haha
I go by plenty names that is
Keep them

chilling at the top
You ain't breaking in lil' boy, we been in this shit, we keeping this shit on lock
Y'all too cap, man I don't wanna hear shit, y'all be