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I don’t know, if I’m the best yet But the hot chicks finna get wet Getting sex texts, we ain’t met yet But I got bars like a benchpress I don’t know If I’m the G-O to the A-T But my ego, go crazy So it’s fuck you, if you hate me I be like I don’t know Why I’m like this, but I write hits Get off my dick tryna pipe sit Don’t talk shit Get fucked up, Mike Tyson I don’t know, When you ask me Why I spit raps, can’t trap keys Like a door lock or the back seat But I eat up every rap beat If you don’t like me fuck you too You can look at my dick on youtube You don’t even know me do you Even gotta clue that I could get through to you Yeah like ooo what up, Hey Hey Shoot a flick, AK If you ain’t tryna fuck You better do the race like Tay K Lemme get the coochie, We ain’t going on a play date I be getting money tryna stack it on my plate I be like I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing I only got time for the rhymes I’m chewing If I fuck your bitch and she don’t like my music Imma lose it like an 8 mile movie I’m shooting Imma kick door pro don’t hit licks tho But I’ll lick yo chick and ménage like Nicki She gon drop that ass with them big ass tiddies Got my cock on rock like Fergi in the city Ain’t flipping like Tekashi if the cops come get me And I can’t stay sober cuz the vodka pretty So I’m driving drunk when I’m behind the wheel Cuz nobody really knows just how I feel Cuz there ain’t no love in the industry Everybody got cash and ain’t nothing free You better come correct or don’t talk to me I ain’t finna let shit get the best of me, I be like I don’t know, if I’m the best yet But the hot chicks finna get wet Getting sex texts, we ain’t met yet But I got bars like a benchpress I don’t know If I’m the G-O to the A-T But my ego, go crazy So it’s fuck you, if you hate me I be like I don’t know Why I’m like this, but I write hits Get off my dick tryna pipe sit Don’t talk shit Get fucked up, Mike Tyson I don’t know, When you ask me Why I spit raps, can’t trap keys Like a door lock or the back seat But I eat up every rap beat I offend you? (good) Get a maxi Don’t pretend to be a wack me Never let through, you could blast me So I’m smiling when you kill me If you owe me cash nah I won’t dead it Imma need my bread I don’t do no credit Imma need interest give it right this second I been rapping too long without a check not given And I been a veteran I really need a letterman A perky and Excedrin until I’m fucking revving with The motor spitting loaded with a Semi auto toting hidden underneath my tongue Like a desert eagle choking, Poker face golden I ain’t never thought of folding And I got a couple tricks up in my deck that I am holding Shut the fuck up bitch when I talk my shit Imma pop my track in the whip like this Said I don’t know if I’m not the best But if you better than me then say it with some chest I don’t bitch in my bed living life depressed Everyday is a new way to chase a check Imma flaunt my talents you can suck my nuts Never know the day when I’ll be blowing up When I do just know that it’s only once Imma tell to fuck off and take my funds like I don’t know, if I’m the best yet But the hot chicks finna get wet Getting sex texts, we ain’t met yet But I got bars like a benchpress I don’t know If I’m the G-O to the A-T But my ego, go crazy So it’s fuck you, if you hate me I be like I don’t know Why I’m like this, but I write hits Get off my dick tryna pipe sit Don’t talk shit Get fucked up, Mike Tyson I don’t know, when you ask me Why I spit raps, can’t trap keys Like a door lock or the back seat But I eat up every rap beat