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[Intro: DJ

*EVIL

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas freestyle
Y'all better get your bar work
I'm you right now
night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been it all
quiet

[Verse 1:
I put my lifetime in between the papers
Just a hustler out here trying to a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass need to make a sign
say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty crazy disrespectful on the low
She to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like Publix??
Run into these chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go
Your nigga cut you off scenario again
No Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the is diggin' you
Don't let the on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to call them Nadia, bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm daddy's bang out in front of their children
My was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to out up in them buildings
Them in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
Then let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would it's a reverend
Four sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo'
I'm Frank Costello yea but ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no
Now I get to make king moves on rose
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want real shit
Not none of this shit
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck
all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't OG then it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide what's
Y'all ain't