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I've been, I've been on a losing streak Thought false gods got the guillotine? I was tired of being the middle man Like this dog food prolly feed your fam Hold up, gotta clean my hands With the bois roll at least a gram Do the Nina dance I see a shooter might take the chance Prolly pee your pants, who the boss boi? Villain triple, birth monumental Ask my mom bet it accidental Her greatest pain be her greatest treasure In and out thangs for the latest leathers Yeah I sent a couple exs letters I ain't forget em but the past that's where I left em Dead and buried, working on hiring and smashing my very own secretary I'm legendary, did a lot of crimes, unknown, who knows I speak mysteries Who am I? Sit through trilogies Meet the 3rd he delirious Man-E-Face that mean a myriad Solve the puzzle you might get a gift Back to back we go rap for rap If you're in the crew better roll something Track for track you know rap for rap I replayed your songs you ain't say nothing Learned from Cass was a young hustla Blessed with 1 dad and 1 mother Even though I'm from none other Must be god's boi I hate rubbers If she round me bet she's a baddy All my babies yeah they the badddest Never average, designer bagged em She choosey choosey homie you could have her Shooters round me think they automatic Yall ain't VJ homie, got pieces on me Truth be told saved the 4th a fortune Wonder how I ain't a dad yet Attracting opps like the greatest magnet Man you don't know me or my many losses People turned their backs on me, still a friend regardless Live 3 lives like a double agent Acting daily for my nominations Oscar baby I'm the golden boy That tough talk they just allegations Very scary, penitench or obituaries for my black canarys Don't fall in love homie till you ready Women love to cause armageddons Ash Ketchum, watch me train forever Rocky Diamonds could take the pressure Working till I meet the true successor A swiss knife like Stan Wawrinka Back to back we go rap for rap If you're in the crew better roll something Track for track you know rap for rap I replayed your songs you ain't say nothing Learned from Cass was a young hustla Blessed with 1 dad and 1 mother Even though I'm from none other Must be god's boi I hate rubbers