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Uh Uh Let's get it Mm mmm mm mm Known to talk my shit regardless in the street or in the booth I don't diss no enemies but they envy me to tell the truth The fact that I'm bout my business and get women they got to salute Cherish all my babies Gangster Daddy Know I'm living proof Stepping like I'm Durk so you can't run when we come and shoot Bet them bullets hurt now you look dumb in that casket suit Put my faith in god and this gun I'll let the pastor shoot Back to the lab to fix my craft that's what a master do Smoke with me ask yo Bitch cause you don't want no smoke with me Tote with me only way you'll show you really gone blow for me Don't put him in that position if he ain't with it like it's supposed to be I got it done the hard way sad to say they still ain't notice me Rapping really easy i just treat like it's poetry Poetic Justice couldn't even match this flow of me Tryna get it popping everywhere I go they notice me L's Boy Wan Yeah You Know It's Wan on the beat Talking too much shit dawg go wash yo ass and brush yo teeth Knock base or knock beat You'll still will get knocked off yo feet She can't get my chips I had to tell that bitch this Nacho Cheese Can't fall for the look dawg I promise that the bitch a leech Know he did some fucked up shit and till this day we barely speak Niggas stars behind a mask they remind me of hatching Peete Verse after verse I'm going bar for bar without a feature Stayed in school and still tote a tool I listened to my teachers School was the place to graduate it was smooth as peaches school full of hallway goons who would think they beefing Catch me on the block at 8 clock if you want a beating Cleo mentality I'll set it off like Queen Latifah Fly nigga fly now you soaring high just like a eagle Should've got down you know the rest shout-out to Beanie Siegel Now you sleeping with fishes we gone call you bottom feeder Like my cousin Nate if you need me then you can HitMyBeeper Feeling like I'm Bieber with the snow I'm messing with Selena Call my pistol rondo I ain't grow up really saying Nina Grew up round some dealers as kid I used to love the beamers Gold chains and cheetah print they walking round in jungle fever Life was looking good but the streets never reveal the secret Be your closest man behind the plan that have you rest in pieces Same nigga who shook your hand addicted to the drug of evil Honestly don't really know what's wrong with people I Just try to keep my head high for Nami & Eva K3 know the vibes one day he gone have to run the kingdom Getting off my ankle for the game like I'm Brandon Ingram Watching Forrest Gump and smoking runts for no fucking reason She can't have my babies leave her hot she try to steal my semen Might be known to break a heart but I can't never promise Hiding thug shit y'all hide kids like they name Adonis Getting to my bucks with my team I really feel like Giannis City on fire Like Pop rocks Bitch I'm really popping L's Boy Wan on The beat Who Can Fucking Stop Me Call it self confidence but some people would call it cocky Don't matter if your punches hard I still will stand tall like rocky