I done came up, got my name up
So when they speak of who blinged up, I’m who they bring up
Come up dissin’ and you’ll come up missin’
I’m a cut-throat baller like OJ Simpson
I done came up, got my name up
So when they speak of who blinged up, I’m who they bring up
Come up dissin’ and you’ll come up missin’
I’m a—
Say that again, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me shittin’ myself
I done came up, got my name up
So when they speak of who blinged up, I’m who they bring up
Come up dissin’ and you’ll come up missin’
I’m a cut-throat baller like OJ Simpson
Little homie, listen, try and sеrve me
I’ll put a 25 in your back like Barry Bonds’ jеrsey
On the streets or on the beats, y’all ain’t able
Because, dude, I sh#t on rappers like major labels
What’s with the ice grill homie? Change your face
This heater’ll do more than tan you, it’ll change your race
Girls love Metaphor, and I love them back
I’m addicted to getting head, just call me the Brainiac
Battle rap with words, raw like jihad
I write dope flow crack, my notepad need rehab
f#ck y’all CDs you can’t see these or touch these
Rhymes so chronic my songs give you the munchies
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