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Brrt Body I ain't your average rapper, nigga, this shit more than passion This that 9/11, planes crashin', World Trade collapsin' Nah, this that holy water, I'm fresh up out that well Know that cup runneth over, D'Ussé and the Holy Grail Nigga, this that Big L, that Pac, Nas, Rakim flow When the flesh God, that Matrix dodgin' bullets I just copped a fully, Columbine the bullies Cockin' back and pull it, bang Killin' every rapper, I just built a casket big enough to have 'em all in Bodies fallin', blood on my palms I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders We evolve when our involvement teach us the beauty and struggle You ain't one of us, then it's fuck you So I suggest you keep your distance, mind your business Cross that line, you better have them steppers with you 'Cause my dog turn to gorilla Leave no victim, I can't save you, I just pray you play it safe 'Cause too many niggas die tryin' to defeat the god Unfortunate Never felt pressure 'til they back beneath the wall This orphanage called hip hop need restorin' Pedal to the metal, floorin' If it's up, then it's up, we blowin' Bang I'll pull up rockin' the flyest fit, right in the car that's matchin' it (bang) I made a mil' in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress (bang) I'm why they do all the yappin', I'm at where it's always happenin' I'll make it all look immaculate, bang, bitch, bang Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's, bang, bang, bang Niggas don't really wanna tempt me, bang, bang, bang (brrt) I'll pull up rockin' the flyest shit, right in the car that's matchin' it I'll make it all look immaculate Yo, yo (bang) I'm still grindin', nigga, nothin' changed Big investments I was givin' lessons in a kitchen sweatin' like a runnin' slave Sign to BSF, nigga, come get paid I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day, got them Off-Whites every colorway 'Cause I know it hurt to see me stunt and I gotta make these motherfuckers pay And courtrooms for them skets, now I'm in boardrooms with execs What you'd expect from a street nigga who was taught the boss moves of success? Crawl through and flex Forty for the watch and for the Cuban, boy, you a mess Nigga, when my phone ring, it's a bag, you know when my fork move, it's a check They want the glory, I want the legacy after it (yeah) I showed 'em it's real when words can heal, my shit like a medicine cabinet (yeah) You never was matchin' it, your favorite rapper gon' be irrelevant after this (fuck that nigga) Just to be rappers, we way too clever, I might run for president after this I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac, and somebody bought up and packaged it A little bin Laden 'Cause when it's poppin', my niggas walk up and whackin' shit I wake up early and think 'bout my life And can't believe all of this happenin' (can't believe this shit) It's ups in the game, downs and pains, but I make it all look immaculate I make it all look immaculate (bang) I'll pull up rockin' the flyest fit, right in the car that's matchin' it (bang) I made a mil' in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress (bang) I'm why they do all the yappin', I'm at where it's always happenin' I'll make it all look immaculate, bang, bitch, bang Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's, bang, bang, bang Niggas don't really wanna tempt me, bang, bang, bang I'll pull up rockin' the flyest shit, right in the car that's matchin' it I'll make it all look immaculate (bang)