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I know a lot of people but I don't f*ck with everybody I wrapped up all that love shit and left it in the lobby I'm just tryin' to hustle, makin' money off my hobby I was grindin' when Steve-O was snortin' up wasabi Throwin' cases off the boat, water colder wind is choppy Mixed with Mohawk so my shoulders lookin' stocky We was mad close like Mufasa and Sarabi But I was prime rib and she was used to the salami Ain't shit up in my life, I left that I didn't need A lot of bullshit done happened I didn't see, uh Yo, life isn't fair, life isn't right, uh What is done in the dark will come to the light, uh All I need a pad, pen, and a mic, uh Quick to turn a cocksucker to a dyke, uh Yo, I'm too humble, ain't no goin' back Now turn me up and let me rumble through your cul-de-sac Let me welcome y'all to my wild, wild rez Quick to show your buddy what a loud mouth gets Open up the mic and I'ma pound my chest I know that I'm the shit, ain't no need to digest Look, real rap comin' back with a full mag You fools mad, wordplay make you sound ass Ya engineer make you sound trash Distro got it soundin' like a disco I count my money out the ATM See, I don't trust a lot of shit, and I don't play pretend Try Jesus, try me, I don't recommend I forgive and don't forget and never make amends F*ck a friend, all my day ones, they ride with me I need my bitch thick like a Latin Miss Piggy Ain't no politickin, if we do, I'm gettin' iffy F*ck around and slap a Trump fan on the titty On my double grind, workin' that double time Lyrical homicide will leave you mummified Sets on my thumb drive, work till I'm dumb tired You disqualified, you f*ck with the other side For real, you don't know they motive, watch them turn they back again Run to the gun, they scared to get slapped again I don't cap to win, for my Onekwehonwe people Tell the Pope to kiss my ass at the Vatican Mohawks wouldn't give him that headdress Headdress, shit, we call it Kastowa R.I.P. to my Tota, flatline with corona She was forced to leave this world with nobody to hold her Pain, woo, these last days gettin' colder Timberland boots and hoodies get right for the polar These new niggas ain't hot, they smell like Ebola They swang like Clubber Lang, I bang like Balboa D-Miinus be the shit, don't tell me nothin' else Your shit be watered down, you strictly bottom shelf Yeah, you know what I'm about, I can do this by myself Actin' up just like my kids, get my motherfuckin' belt I'ma stomp that hoe, I'ma whoop that trick I don't ever forget who came at me slick You can pop at the mouth, I ain't bout that shit All them niggas talkin' bout me, they can suck my dick No homo, hatin' on me like I'm Cuomo Your nigga get it too, one for one, that's a bogo All the time, bitch, I'm dolo, jump me, that's a no-no My niggas got that gas like they workin' at Sunoco Got you bumpin' nine-one, I'm that man you wanna see If it ain't about the check, boy, that shit don't bother me You can slow down at the yellow, ain't nobody stoppin' me All my women vegetarian, they love my broccoli Zero cap, take this L, through this drama, I excel Mama told me never fail, all my natives never frail Jealousy, I can smell niggas trash like Casell Ain't no doubt, this my house, f*ck your couch like Chappelle Niggas got a lot of clout, that I know they ain't deservin Are we cut from different cloth? I'm absolutely certain When I beat that pussy down, she call me Sherman, Sherman, Sherman I'm shittin' on these niggas like I do this shit on purpose D-Miinus