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What it do mane?, have a seat we got some new thangs/ OITO is the vibe get it live from out that blue thang/ Never popped the pill, or twisted real in the booth mane/ Or swapped soul for the deal, I'll leave that shit to you mane/ They miss the fine print when they sign up for that new fame/ They give ya 15 but never warn you at the 2 mane/ Gassing up them tunes like you really bout to move thangs/ But at best it's mad cheeks, like the blue flame, make it bounce/ Like records after sessions I be blessing/ Use my own voice to make a real impression/ Cause y'all sounding funny, desperate, down bad and bummy/ Better build some worth, they'll either try to tear you down or take your turf, that's why I'm bout mine/ Region rat, dodged the trap, but still snap and out rhyme/ Tales from the good aways outshine, I'm living proof/ Steady bringing death while I'm out here breaking loops/ cin't too many up my alley for the oop, get em!/ Yeah, shooting and serving I know my purpose/ They want me on the backboard, back towards the blackboard/ Schooling Patrick Ewing, couldn't catch up to my movement/ We go 0 to 100, brought hammers no home improvement/ I wrote my raps in class and niggas would call me stupid/ But teaching generations make me the most brightest student/ Want everything to flow, but niggas ain't never fluid/ I'm preaching better than deacons who spent they life in the pulpit yelling/ cmen! (Hey Man), get to the chopper, we hunt them proper/ This legendary Dadda feel like Sinatra cause I did it my way/ Script is on crypto, highly invested/ Results mighty impressive, you want in, well then you gotta pay/ Silence is golden, for those who holding the weight of hate in they heart/ Real talk, don't give a f*ck bout what you got to say/ So Dude put a sock in it like Mick Foley/ Hit the road Jack, but I'm Kind so still have a nice day/ Now tell me two other niggas who bar this hard/ cnd spit so much fire it scare the shit out a Charizard/ We box out and knockout niggas who only wanna spar/ Then give out pair of L's (parallels) like we out here trying to park your car/ ctomic bars, Russia trying to draft a nigga/ Your careers the future, sad to say I'm lookin past it nigga/ Never had to run up, didn't even thing to blast a nigga/ I was living broke, I had my family come cast a nigga/ In a biopic, we showed on time but we ain't miss/ Had my niggas leave you twitching, they ain't never streamed a bit/ Take a peace out of ya pie, got some cream up out ya chick/ Give her dope and give her dick, poke her now she got a fix/ I was banging on them drums, they ain't never give me sticks/ I was trying to get the cake, the batter didn't ever mix/ I was chillin at the house, you were out here gettin lit/ Now you looking kinda dim, me I'm shinin on a bitch/ 219 killing this shit, killing this shit 716/ Dope when it's raw, dope when it's mixed/ Breaking em down, Give em the fix/ Give us a shot, bet it won't brick/ Give us a clip, steadier grip/ Put on the tape, yeah it's gon stick/ Coldest around, temperature dip/ Dadda and Damone, see that's a guaranteed heater/ Yeah there ain't no better fusion since Goku and Vegeta We ain't gotta do the dance, we just make them ears ring/ Never fake it but we still seeing green/ Now this one's for the free, greatest mindset something like cli/ If Kendrick pimped a butterfly well then I'm buzzing with the bee/ Give me the ball you'll see a star, warrior it's not Z/ My story went beyond the arc, so gimme more than just three/ Times to prove my charm, luck never gave it's arm/ For me to grab, so I had reach out onto my own path, yeah/ cnd it kinda worked out, thanks to good ol fashioned word of mouth/ cnd a game plan I never muddled up/ Hands got dirty but I stayed fluid, yeah I got the puddle up/ Got a team, made a plan, yeah we had to huddled up/ I'm not from Buf, but still about my bills, you like Usher bucks, so throw it up/ cnd if ya fake bum dumbass don't get/ Got a Red Forman foot to put up in it/ I finish when I say so, you finished when the pay's low/ Now tell me dawg, who really benefiting when the day close, ponder that/ Cause I rather make you think, then to blink/ But that well ain't for everyone to drink/ cnd what I write is pure gold, mix it with that copper zinc/ Done caught another one, steady trap em with that ink, 219 shit, Dadda/