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[Verse 1]

Let the beat breathe

I only speak when needs be

I put swag on a CD

And you need the game that needs me

Sonny, I'm the bee's knees

You're looking at money, I be Gs

Stayin' alive, no doubt

Pace, don't run up your mouth

I'm super crys', I can take you down

No Cheryl Cole, I've got girls allowed

You be going hard, I be going Nas

Boy, you can hate me now

They jump for joy and then hit the ground

And their verses wack and I'm versatile

Switch up the styles, I ain't genre-bound

I could never lеt 'em take me out (Ovеr my dead body)

MCs still bringing it (Why?)

Still doubt me as a lyricist (Why?)

I was on radio killing it

Jumped up, moved onto bigger things (Yes)

Freestyle into the playlist (That's right)

From Cs up to the A-list (That's right)

Two middle fingers for the haters

Count me out, I count papers

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[Verse 2]

Ay, ha, what's next?

They care for my success, I care less

Chessboard my music career, yeah

Bare checks (Ow)

That I cash in and I write out (Yep)

I'm tryna cash in and sign out (gGone)

Never gonna be an MC dying

Me, I'll resign when I'm flying

Can't test the Munk, no cheesy stance

'Cause the hooks are cold but the verses aren't

Go against me, darg, go against the god

I'll make you a blast from the past

And they ain't saying much, just looking hard

Better fix your face up when you have to spar

They're high and gassed, heliums

I'll gravity check you, darg (I'ma pull a nigga down)

Don't run your mouth

You're as hard as lead, I'll rub you out (Bye-bye)

Clear page, no genres fright me (Nothing)

I'll write on anything, Sharpie

Off, you don't wanna start me

I don't know when to stop

Better put all your eggs in basket, God (What else?)

And pray I catch writer's block

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