Before the rapping we was robbing
We clap if it’s a problem
31 Flavors b#tch I mix the Baskin’ with the Robbin’s
Not a rapper I’m a goblin
It sound like I got a DJ on my hook but that’s my n#gg# scratching’ and surviving, UH
Cold hearted, The flow retarded, Load a cartridge Ima start killing rappers: Open Market
Smoking chocolate with these two bad b#tches, approach me cautious
Bunch of hammers it look like Noah’s Ark through the whole apartment, UH
Mr. Fix it, a bit sad#stic, touch me die, beef with Kentucky fried, kiss the biscuit
What statistic? I’m the number one rapper, get specific pen is raw, sample this Fentanyl its just a snippet n#gg#
My mind Beirut, Harambe loose I’m rolling up b#tch I’m higher than them Kanye boots
My nine say shoot, hope your vest Picante proof
I’m the greatest rapper alive I feel like I’m Jesus
The ninety-two Dr. Dre with the Bombay juice
Jumped out the Hyundai, Diamante coup
I redesign they loops and write songs like Deante Hoops
Am I the sh#t, well is Ashanti cute?
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