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I wake up, do a tight five, thank god I'm alive Y'all still waitin, on your lifelines I told God to open my eyes And shit he opened my hands Can't take handouts, but grasp is shit if ever it lands And don't be picture perfect if they takin they scans Y'all mothafuckas is stupid, tryna bike through the sand I catch the mic for it land I share a verse but I never share plans And I never let the mic take a stand We stand out like loudmouths in crowds A sure shot like I'm Shroud I whip my dick out, I'm proud I'm so sorry Take a guess about the show stopper Top whoever think they hotter I make a beat and then email your daughter How he flip shit and metaphorically kickflip over the crowd I make my entrance, then I take a seat and roll my loud Y'all bitches think I'm showin' off, but I'm just showin' out Rap beef's got the whole block closing down But you got too much ego to hug it out Regardless, I might have to thug it out Picture perfect ain't a part of the picture I'll fuckin' show you how I whip my shit out and she like, holy cow I'd like to thank you all for sittin' down And when you're done playin, pretend Shit, I'd really like my crown Black diamonds painted white like a clown I like to tighten your frown Shut the f*ck up and sit the f*ck down Before I turn this whole car around Too much sauce, I got the portioning wrong And I been a fan since like Comic Con Back in the street, I couldn't eat like it was Ramadan So tell me where the f*ck I went right And where the f*ck did you go wrong Motherfucker I got too much sauce, better pucker