I just left the jewelers, I’m Mr. Freeze
Look at me #ss b#tches, get the hand like a reach
In the breeze #ss n#gg# you ain’t catching up to me
Don’t believe that hype, that they giving you please
Shoot 3 like Reggie, but im on Miller with thieves
She the one that give me Headie, she a UK treesh
n#gg#s talk deadly, but they got Usain feet
New cheese, not from delis, but delivered fresh to me
I love the night time, I be feeling Vespertine
Ball hard in New Orleans, I might look like Drew Brees
Know a shooter that do numbers, like he wear two sleeves
Took this rap sh#t in my hands, and now the game is under siege
In the casket you get planted in the dirt, you my seed
I relieve myself on your corpse, you deceased
I believed that I always was the sh#t, can’t flush me
Who but me, gonna do this, and I never blow the lead
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