[Intro]

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@Nasty_CSA, follow or go missing bitch

Smart nigga doing dumb shit

Mmartin Luther with the blunt shit

[Chorus]

Wait a minute

Hold up, brake pads

Smoking on that loud

And off that loud enough to break glass

Smoke at registration

Probably sober up at 8th class

Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass

[Verse 1]

I say

Fuck what's in your pockets

That shit don't define me

I am far from human, stupid Google couldn't describe me

I'm probably the realest here

But y'all rap niggas ain't hearing that

But if you drop this here - you might fuck around and get an ear tan hoe

Where you heard that? nNo nobody said it

I'm the type of nigga get drove by the chemist

So angelic but the flow kinda hellish

So dope with the freestyle - low I can sell it

And my hand on the mic like feel Jackson

Beat it up now I feel like Blacksun

Fuck high school, I mean it fuck high school

With a gold chain on screaming, "No Flex Zone"

I met a girl named Sam (Girl named Sam)

And I fell inlove with a girl named Sam

Yeah I had to rub it in like bird mans hands

One hunnid, high life, stay puffing, dry ice

And if don't love it, they can die twice

I've seen the afterlife

I took a peek, shit still don't change

Y'all still got a penis appetite

Bitch nigga, you ain't acting right

You ain't rapping right?

And peer pressure almost had a young nigga straight blasting pipes

You gotta know which hand can't take the strife to make a sacrifice

My nigga you can't practice life

I'm Price City's Tommy Vercetti

My whole life rests in the palms of the fetish

Grab it it out the hat, magic shit

Dab it out the ass for this rapping shit

And then write a rhyme instead of studying for my exam shit

Dumb nigga, dumb nigga

[Refrain: Nasty C]

I could be doccin and doccin or Rakim and paccin'

Have 'em talkin' and talkin'

How I murder these records

This shit is just reckless

Can't believe how they reckon

That I'm the shit of my era

You know!

[Bridge]

I keep it realer than anybody (You know)

My nigga you can ask anybody (You know)

If you see my footprints when the moon hits, I'm faded off that good shit

(You know)

[Chorus]

Wait a minute

Hold up, brake pads

Smoking on that loud

And off that loud enough to break glass

Smoke at registration

Probably sober up at 8th class

Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass

Wait a minute

Hold up, brake pads

Smoking on that loud

And off that loud enough to break glass

Smoke at registration

Probably sober up at 8th class

Middle finger to my opposition with your hating ass

[Outro]

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boys

Hol' up, we dem boys

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we making noise

Hol' up