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You can't compare our catalog I'm sporting Hundreds with the Adam Bomb Gon' need the biggest board to catch the wave I'm on Time spent in the lab has put me on a higher echelon And I don't need a medium to read the lines that's from these palms Dopamine inside my poems They wrote me off but shit I read it wrong I play at my pace I feel like Leveon Flights back from New Orleans stuffed the Paytons in my carryon Presence so distracting with all the gold I got layered on I watched these niggas fumble a stacked deck I had better cards Every time they figured they can pull-up I just raise the bar Watch these niggas poke they lil chest out til I make the call Now it's all love and big bros and you a fucking stars I'm tired of y'all I can do this stunting shit for hours bae my Muni Long Smoke one cuz I can't believe my dummy gone We know them raps is stepped on This is dope in its purest form Skill beyond my years I identify with Olajuwon And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you She say she got a need for me I asked her chill take in the scenery Swore it was some carpet where her knees should be Student of the game it make wanna grab a Jesus piece Nigga with a attitude windows down blasting Eazy-E I need the beats, honestly they complete me I got a need to show and prove that you levels beneath me I get a rise when niggas front like they ever could beat me Or be me Been making shirts out of rappers since BBC Jeans and tall tees Ya lady in my castle looking sultry And she posing like a center cuz she know I throw that ball deep with accuracy She talking like she really trying go half with me Hate to tell you buddy y'all relationship ends tragically I gotta be the next up I paid my dues I stayed in tune and most importantly a nigga got his raps up Focused til I'm gassed in an effort to get my racks up Them flags tatted on me I ain't in it for no fast buck And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you
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