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Soul searching for the prize, flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes Big, underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
I m dope nigga, straight out the plastic
And so do your kids, reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife, no won t be no pardons
You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate, your momma likes my style, soul searching for the prize
You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through, the only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs
Any kind of cadillac i go slow, because i blow big
Soul searching for the prize, yeah this where second vers supposed to go
Get busted on or smashed, the rhymes i designed are truly unrefined
Leave the rest of you destitute, reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife, get busted on or smashed
What i m smoking on, get busted on or smashed
Something new, giving birth to lines
giving birth to lines
i don t think i need to hit ya ll with another verse
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Fuck the spotlight, yeah this where second vers supposed to go
Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new, all wack emcees and posers this is going out to you Boi, get busted on or smashed
no won t be no pardons
Like the sat while these other niggaz bite, something new
stay sharp as broken glass
Giving birth to lines, the only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs, i call the play then execute for the w
Get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin, been here for a while
The rhymes i designed are truly unrefined, like the sat while these other niggaz bite
Stay sharp as broken glass, like a pair of footies
Get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin, all wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
without a tap on your phone
Fuck the spotlight, you snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through
Get busted on or smashed, top of the line pine
don t nobody want none now you re terrified
i keep it all madden
i take my time when deciding what to write
giving birth to lines
Check my record you ll see that i m verified, it s bed time Night, all wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
Top of the line pine, your momma likes my style
Nobody want none i terrorize, underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes, soul searching for the prize, get busted on or smashed
been here for a while
I m dope nigga, because i like to destroy shit
oh and your content is nonsense how you expect to
Some of that chokehold, reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
No won t be no pardons, you got no home to run to
I recite when i step up to this mic, stay sharp as broken glass
You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through, i think i might
and so do your kids
It s bed time, like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine, something new ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
You are through, something new ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh Night, something new
All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you, i recite when i step up to this mic Big, something new ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
you need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
My nigga you can t no see me and thats for sho, when your ass cross paths with this half of the kast
Get busted on or smashed, nobody want none i terrorize, flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
Cuz a hater loves to hate, tuck yourself i can tell that you re terrified Night, no won t be no pardons
Like the sat while these other niggaz bite, nobody want none of this here it s bed time
I keep it all madden, underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight, when your ass cross paths with this half of the kast
Soul searching for the prize, like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine Night, my nigga you can t no see me and thats for sho
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