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[Verse 1]

Hotter shit than them motherfuckers with semi-autos

The odds me being shit slimmer than any lotto

Weird motherfucker talking like it's any convo

Last time you was popping they probably bopping Petey Pablo

I don't really give a fuck for real

I'm the hardest in the paint, fuck a put for a real

Cuts for real, another fucker touch the steel

You gon run, or you gon shoot? Imma bust for real

You wanna fight that's fine?

Just write that time

Or I'll just Skype your bitch, while I write that line

And by that time, your ass better find that time

I promise I'm not violent, I just want that fight not flight, but it's fine

Creative motherfucker stuck inside a box

Cause they don't ride a wave, and bye & wave, & suck your cock

And it's obvious to me the reason we don't get along

Cause your insecurity, purely, turning into your talk

And damn, I'm really in it to get it

I get it, and win it, I play it like tennis I serve

Or maybe I, didn't and end it, I'm prolly not wimpish

But who really knows what occurs

You got that business on business, you fishing them bitches

Stop bitching that you always hurt

But if you committed, resentment

I think you just timid, you might be gay but ill concur

Motherfucker I deserve the world

So when it's burns, I can say I did it for my girl

Like damn, girl, you really are my world

Anyway, baby I burn a body for them pearls

And it's obvious to me, we prolly body all hypocrisy's

Cause we could drop a bomb, and talk to god, like we was Socrates

And imma cop a thing, or two, I prolly tank economy's

And live to 28, fore I get slain for all my properties

The probability of poverty, is so astonishing

Motherfuckers ain't comparing me to common shit

Get your girlfriend saying that she's Comics bitch

Then I break up, now she talking about some politics

Joe Rogan, bald as fuck

Pesos in my trunk, like Donald Trump

That motherfucker, can suck my nuts

You would quack, quack, till he touch your duck

He would kill you for a buck, I would say

Maybe a couple of more, like the minimum wage

And also fuck RFK, 83 children in like 28 days

You a fucking lame

Yeah

I've been going cray

Yeah

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[Verse 2]

Motherfucker I'm back in it

They be talking not packing it

I'm a rocket, and balling harder then Harden

And rapping shit

Cuz I'm blowing up, getting higher, then when you throwing up

My status might be Illmatic and I ain't pouring cup

Cause when it rain it pour, and that mean more than puff

I assume the whole industry, prolly fucking up

Prolly puffing dust, the mystery if they toughen up

I really doubt it, no dog would ever want puppy love

Motherfucker you would bark, would you bite

Them rabid ass animals might, they get a type

Turn cannibal, kill you for the annual on time

Its the mandatory manual on how to get your prime

In the limelight, then again, say it in hindsight

I'm sure Diddy was probably getting, the prime pipe

All said and done, he probably switch it for my life

Cook it in the kitchen, and dish it, like it was fried rice

Ay, motherfucker blowing like the challenger

Ay too many dates, I need a calendar

Ay, Another caliber, taking Excalibur's

Call me, Mike Tyson, running out of a challenger

Fuck Jake Paul

Motherfucker fake ball

But when it come to the optics he could take draws

Like how Comic really coming with the chains on

And the Bapes on, when a motherfucker take off

That's basic, you need to make shit

Got a whole brand, I based it off of my name shit

And it really is hard with the braces

When I spit, I bust my lip, I fucking hate this

Ion even know though

Everybody know that the flow, extinct like a dodo

I rather go-go, all these fuckers they really so so

How you be my dog? When you don't even know Coco!

I'm probably, pimping, comparison, call me Scottie Pippen

I put my tears and my blood, in so I don't fuck with cripping

Para Olympics, like Tatum playing, Paris Olympics

Bitch I'm gonna get it, no matter what, like morrow ozempic

So I don't got a bone to pick, if you don't fucking pick it

I pick your pockets, like Paul on the Rockets, dropping dishes

And if you fucking with me, then you don't fuck with the system

I propose that we probably, popping off proper religion

And being fair, we should legally rid of atheism

And y'all give praise to me, for making all y'all paper, hitting

Like really motherfuckers I was out their babysitting

Telling the future what the fuck was in, Ronald Reagan kitchen

And I know that all the shit that I be making hitting

Fourteen, yet no king, could ever mint it

My style never ending, like the malice at the Pistons

So if you don't get it, then fuck it, wasn't never in it

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When I grow up I wanna ball and spending all them dollar bills

It's not even about the money it's about the balling feel

I don't even give a fuck if I die in a horror reel

I just wanna feel like I belonged when I was walking here

But now this shit an issue bitch you

Prolly get them pics in with you

'Stead of grinding shining with you

I would rather die no tribute

Yeah

Cause it's always fuck you

Yeah

When I grow up I wanna ball and spending all them dollar bills

It's not even about the money it's about the balling feel

I don't even give a fuck if I die in a horror reel

I just wanna feel like I belonged when I was walking here

But now this shit an issue bitch you

Prolly get them pics in with you

'Stead of grinding shining with you

I would rather die no tribute

Yeah

Cause it's always fuck you

Yeah