Uh, never dealin’ with peasants, my sh#t hard, acknowledge my presence
I pop sh#t on Twitter to n#gg#s them n#gg#s know
I will pop the same sh#t in his face so case closed (Case closed)
I will shank your soul, when God made P I say he broke the law (Uhuh)
One of a kind, not before but after, rap’s rapture, iller than Will Shatner (Ah)
Clap burners my dog friend let me, P, Nack Turner with dead more freshеr
What I do to these bars is, somewhat dеvilish true indeed God
Whenever the gun fondle, the eight to your face have lookin’ like dumb Donald
The P is the bomb is, suck a dick, I ain’t sh#t when I’m honest, P
I go, El Stupido in the studio (uhuh), a moody flow that will last with you like Snoopy nose
You temporary, y’all tend to bury the tender fairies, they temporary, if I tempt the home is about to fed me
When the death line spark, raise the death count charts, when it, rains it pours get yo’ Teflon talk (haha)
Loss, how often is wieldin’ this with Gefilte fish
Chad Johnson numbers the savage pursuin’ nappyness, uh
Play smart for the chips from a wise brand (Right)
Pullin’ out a neck’ll get you slammed like Mac fan (hahaha)
Uh, you couldn’t f#ck with RIM I’ll tie you out
You better do route, I’ll flip you like a bag from a ounce
Keen, cut the grass for the snakes if you non-fake
I always keep it a buck n#gg# I’m spare change (Ha)
Uh, yeah, some crack quicker than porcelain and if you ain’t a wolf don’t sell checks like Boston, n#gg#
I remind you as a young Michael Jackson my life pass (hee hee)
My gun so long my pants sag (YEP!)
Run on n#gg#s with no mask (f#ck a mask n#gg#!)
I’m still gettin’ money but hop cash (Hop that yo!)
I beat up the p#ss# like Speed bags (Poopoopoopoopoo)
So look both ways before you pass (Peep the red light!)
How the f#ck is you speedin’ with no gas? (You need gas n#gg#!)
Y’all n#gg#s need help so just ask (Just ask me baby!)
MAC on me just like a beauty class (I got it!)
I put two houses one is a stash (In Long Island)
I yolk n#gg#s up when you actin’ tough (Chokehold!)
It’s Brooklyn and Queens can’t f#ck with us (Can’t f#ck with us n#gg#!)
I O.C. rappers that mean yo’ Time Is Up (Time is up!)
And still gettin’ back of a public bus (A public bus)
Sean P and Roy Flush
This music game is gettin’ rich offa us (Yep, uh!)
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