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I Got That feat. Coast Contra & Inspectah Deck
Ras Kass
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Man, fuck Russell Peters
That fool got one leg talkin' 'bout he about to run it up
Your mama got lace front pussy hair, but we've all seen this before
I got some shit, man
I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all
When I die want a pyramid off the 105
So you can see it next to LAX when you drive by
Big LED screens to light up the sky
And my mind converted to AI
So my great-grandkids can talk to BaBa with Wi-Fi
And ask why Ras slicker than KY
I got sleep apnea, why you sleeping on me?
I got a chip on my shoulder and a fucking bad knee
I got that, ugh!
That funky, that wet hair, honky, that dog in me
I ball hard 'til God give me my shot
My spot's finna boss up
Ain't just flunky, y'all in the mirror like Monkey
See Monkey Do and it do look wonky
I got that drug mule donkey
Even my half-ass shit is crack, no gas, I hit them tracks like junkie
So if you need that, I got that, homie
We drop that shit, you cop that shit
See us real time, no, we got that shit
According to the blood test, they say it's in my DNA
The cryolab said they'd even pay
I got two Os of gelato, I got flow cold in Chicago
Six-feet-four, I stand on business
Bet y'all crash the whip off this shit, really, y'all?
I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all (I got it)
I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all (yeah, yeah)
I got a whole lot to say, not a whole lot of time
I travel on the path with the tribe, check the rhyme
I display shime like a jewelry store
That's what the groupies saw, I keep smoke like a humidor
Pay attention to the speaker with the keynote
I got about an hour, then I gotta see the P.O
Hit me on speed-dial, I got what you need
The real hip-hop, block work for the fiends
Save, save, what you got for your badass cousin?
Remember me? Uncle Sam's son
Boy, I'm leaving here with something
Of yours, 'cause there's something on my mind
All these nigga out of pocket, make the wallet hard to find
For the "whoop whoop " criminal
Bars make the microphone fiend take chemicals
Streaming through the ventricles
I got love for the game, got the heart to match
I got the world in my palm, yeah, I got it like that
My feature verse, murder for hire, I'm Lil Durk
Only time I'm really spiritual is pouring a Port
Almost moved to Puerto Rico, popping a cork
Proposed to by a princess, but Papa a jerk
'Cause my pullout game is nice, cockblocking the stork
More committed to work, devastated, her feelings was hurt
I got trust issues, got a lust demon
Rappers I must diss you, but I got no reason
I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all
I got that shit, y'all (I got it)
I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all
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