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The heat that I speak the reason for global warming Any type of beat I eat a global warning My flow imported No weed I'm blowing oranges Go down like florida Mic check like she recording I don't do boring No teeth a great performance I'm no performer F*ck those and hoe informants This hoe is gorgeous No cuffing, I roll w warrants This transformer That I tote will blow through organs I am not normal DNA has been distorted My flow immortal Yo shit is like a tortoise I hit the turbo through a portal No rigor mortis Enough on that boy Atlas let me get to the chorus It go back it up... beep beep Mike Jack... he he See that, like that, take that... BD Big gun... preheat Yo girl... knee deep She know I'm the one, no pun, don't need TP Okay this be that shit that you do not smell Like oh shit got cold kicks I had to sprint through hell If the feds asking shit no I do not sell But if you need a lil weed well I brought my scale From a pound to a ounce even 2 for the 15 Show you how to milk a cow I know how to get cream 40 Cal in my ripped jeans I get mouth like a lip ring Everybody rapping now sharing sound like a split screen Heh... but this a single player game Getting to the money each and every single way, every single day. Bitter ways not gone get you paid Oh he got some money? And the juice? But his minutes made, boy don't be afraid, been afraid, could go any day Call me Atlas the acid rapper spit lyric lemonade Now the Rolex it don't Tik Tok it do the renegade I know one day I'll be under so I gotta elevate That's why all my weed sticky like lint rollers n shit Imma big dog, sumn like a Doberman Pinch The older I get, my nose can notice hoe in the wind And I smell fear inside the lines of ya flow when you spit I know that it's sick that everybody toting a dick But don't even wanna f*ck on some emotional shit And when they do they shoot at anything and hope that it hit Then go tweet so they feel cool but he ain't post what he meant I play it stupid always knew I was supposed to be rich I'm close as it get I'm focused and I'm dope and I'm lit Imma money making soldier and a poet within I'll erase a mf like it's lead in my pen It go back it up... beep beep Mike Jack... he he See that, like that, take that... BD Big gun... preheat Yo girl Knee deep She know I'm the one, no pun, don't need TP The heat that I speak the reason for global warming Any type of beat I eat a global warning My flow imported No weed I'm blowing oranges Go down like florida Mic check like she recording