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That bitch mediocre she calling me the joker Pull up to my crib and she want to play some poker Choke her with her choker wetty super soaker She get hit like frogger, I turn that bitch to a croaker Eat her like it's Kroger sip her like she Folgers Crystals in the morning doing coca cola stoffers Cause I need them loafers cheddar with a loaf of Breaded mozzarella got berettas with the scopers So far I'm closer to mid ground with jehovah cause my souls still in tact but I rap like the old hova Pizza and cold sodas deep in the fourth quarter It's the fourth corner been on since three in the fourth sorta Keeping a cold aura for people who throw drama I just sit and bomb while fix them I'm fema & Obama Really any fucking president we try elect the delegates to get us through recessions depressions is always definite Cause we the people never competing amongst the evil So elitist take the scene to defeat us and cause a sequel Devils in our pockets they distract disrupt the logic Give us knowledge never wisdom and they do it for a profit Copped it you paid the phone got the house you can't pay the loan Went to college and played the role but you bearly scraping your goals Poison in our music dividing to cause confusion they weaponized the first amendment still in the constitution Rap is the new crack and the violence the new black And the riots for tyrants went from the red to the blue hats That ain't gang shit though that's my third eye open They give us all the shit that flooded hoods like toxic oceans First they called it medication now they call it coping First they said that it was pointless now they call it hoping Wishing for the better extension to pay my billies Might have to rob a feller Beretta is in my billies I be cooking shit with Killy we really was in the kitchen with some glasses and a bottle you couldn't distill the vision After that the living room it doubled as a studio working doubles rapping man this shit was like a movie yo Shooting shit like Rubio we pulled up with the toolie yo to bangaraning like roofio A hypocrite I smoothly flow into the next topic Enter the next prophet demented I meant when I said the zaza was exotic Niggas want to test me when they pull it clip is empty So I pull up in a bentley with a bullet for they chest piece Play the game it's guessing when I'm hidden with a weapon I premeditate aggression just to teach a nigga lesson Oh and did I mention I be running shit like intersections Give the kid a second he's about to split they middle section Chips & dip & dressings what I need let's get this shit in session
Sanatçı: M.c Yin
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