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Tic Tac Toe
Dillin Hoox
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Making paper now, knew I'd make it out
Talking too much trash, sniper take you out
Stop your hating now, can't be taken down
Shake the ground, take the crown
I'ma break it down, I won't wait around
Don't you make a sound
Killer with the words, illa with the verse
Hit 'em where it hurts, feelings will get hurt
Dillin will be first
I won't stop 'til I'm dipping in a hearse
Flip it in reverse, esrever ni ti pilf
Spitting it berserk
Risen up, you ain't listening, listen up
Pissed off, ain't a good move bitching and dissing us
Know what up, I'm going up like my listeners
I'm the one behind the bars like a prisoner
Tune you out, it's depressing when you speak
I know y'all impressed when I'm flexing on the beat
The day that they say that my bars not hitting
Is the day that my heart stop ticking, listen
Music got me out of my rut, that's facts bro
Mama told me follow my gut, I slacked though
Finally time for me to strut, Tic-tac-toe
Now it's all over, I'ma stunt, what an asshole
Made it out the trenches, lifestyle expensive
Made it out the slums, projects were horrendous
Made it out the gutter, don't give a damn who's offended
Made it out the mud, uh, I ain't pretending
No, oh oh oh oh
No I ain't pretending
No, oh oh oh oh
This is your ending hoe
I murked every verse, I'ma pay respect
Murdered every beat, they been laid to rest
I'm making threats, you should save your breath
I heard your shit, it was shit to say the least
I ain't impressed
You made a mess of your life, you can't take the stress
Congratulations, you played yourself
This I may confess, Dillin been the main event
This track'll give you whiplash
Your bitch ass will break your neck
Kept it a bando, all these bitches fake
I'ma get these bars out, no prison break
They feel the kid 'cause they did relate
I been me the whole time, never imitate
Life gave me Mike's Hard so I made lemonade
Whatever you smoking on, got the better grade
I never wait, her walls I'ma penetrate
Dead the hate, Dillin been killing it since the seventh grade
Hoes mad they don't make the cut, get the blade
She obsessed 'cause these memories never fade
Insomniac, I been up like I levitate
Still charged up like double A's, I'm getting paid
Made it out the trenches, lifestyle expensive
Made it out the slums, projects were horrendous
Made it out the gutter, don't give a damn who's offended
Made it out the mud, uh, I ain't pretending
No, oh oh oh oh
No I ain't pretending
No, oh oh oh oh
This is your ending hoe
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