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For real though who got sent
Flown on the edge, got the hangin' out of the window
Bird chest witcha winderous
you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack
Puny bucks better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the within
You cramped up you and team, I'm amped up
And you dib me bead

My shine, what the is on your
Little weakling rappers hit the grind
Other ain't motivated, they can't do it
Not only did I it I ran through it
My music on and we march at the dance
of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intention we have is vast
You sick, a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your

Oh well, here comes the gelatin
on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your is completely blown
Real is Kamal, I'm in completely zone
rap time for you, that means nap time
Preachin' from my joint, what the clap mine
Singin songs of 6 it's intense
Surpise your at the end the sixth sense

Heavy hitters shit out the park
You couldn't even really tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades laced with
You wanna around kid, I'm not a walk at the beach
A in the park or your playground
Put on your headphones, tell me how grenades
Put on your and go underneath the town
abstract how I gets down

All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam
Let your drip on the floor if you wanna
Get
That, bust gats
Better let 'em in 'fore rush that 'cuz they wanna
Get

Blick, piano
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on your foot
And up the spot for all of you 'cuz that's how we
Get

Comin' with the brand new we pan to
The young man with intentions to ban you
that people need an aid today
So many away, so many fiend to stay
I rhyme 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the act raps just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have own fun
Now all grown up to be
I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the

You swing dangling from peach
I sip my Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so the pen it keeps
Drippin' out gems that's converted to hems and
be hummin' it from now to they next to kin
My family is starvin', you know want me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane, yo I it
Abstract comin' through witness the

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off