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DJ Clue?
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DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Tay Keith, turn this shit up
Vegas Jones, Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the building tonight, yeah
Boy, and the feeling is nice, keep it a stack (Haha)
And if it's fat, then that's my main attraction
I'm talkin' racks, man, fuck a vax, she think I lack compassion
Maybe a fact, but um, too many chances I done took
Could never say that I lucked up, y'all got me fucked up
Seen they jaw drop like a bitch when I (Ah), I'm goin' Ye crazy
How would you feel, nigga? I'm closer to JAY-Z, nobody made me
I was clockin' on the daily, now I'm the nigga who pay me (Yeah)
Fuck a piece of ice, bitch, this an avalanche
I'm all about them O's, that mean my exes never had a chance, nah
Ain't blew up out the blue, but if you
Knew just like I knew, I kept it true
They say I popped like I'm fresh out the can
Look, y'all niggas sweeter than sodas
I was a sofa, play like controllers
I never needed a holster, we the new Cosa
Nostra, told you it's far from over (Uh-huh)
Yeah, 'cause they didn't kill my dawg Keanu Reeves, so fuck the peace
I'm tryna see who next to bleed, it's in the streets, shh
Man, keep the receipt, the damage has been paid
It's late, ho, I made more waves than pomade (Haha)
Flips, I John Blaze, discussin' methods with the clan
Allstate, inshallah, the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly nigga, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push a fuckin' Rav-4?
Nah, that's a double R, fast, this a crash course
You givin' me brain, don't knowledge, it's power, super
And fuck the logos, I'm rockin' Kanes with the Pumas (Woah)
Hop off the porch, when I come back, you know we in them Porsches
9/11, Feds watchin', but we don't do the pork shit, uh
Who you lovin'? What you gonna be clutchin'?
Anything you needed, I got you, my nigga, it's nothin'
Anything I done for you was out the heart of a lion
Sippin' Lobos, I'm a giant, Lawrence Taylor back online (Uh-huh)
It's your boy Memphis Bleek right here, U.E.V., let's go
Look, you hear that boom, we outside like it's Summer Jam
I signed a deal and went right back to the kitchen 'cause rap was dead
Emory hit me for this tape like, "My nigga, you're Lazarus" (Damn)
'Cause they can stand inside your Pumas
But still can't outstep the kid
If I'm featured on your song, then just know they skip past your shit
Big as the gods, I jumped the bar and the gates, I bit a few neighbors
Shit on tracks and ate your lunch off your plate
Fifty years later, I pop up, got niggas scared that we gangsters
I'm mister arm, leg and leg, arm, head
And the gat's in my hand, Arm & Hammer in my Pyrex
Do alchemy like magic, dirty bitch, but it shoot like brand new
Do what I wanna, you do what you can do
My name ringin', chain swingin', ex stalkin'
More work and less talkin', checks callin' (Yeah)
Not checkers, chess, darlin', left Charlin'
2012, I'ma give 'em plenty hoes, plenty
Choppers for the opposition (Blaow, blaow)
I ain't have a pot to piss in, but somehow, I'm shittin' (Hah)
On everybody, scared of who? It ain't no competition (What?)
Not to mention, got extensions, holdin' Scottie Pippen's
Try to rob, I'll pop your mental (Thirty-three)
Fuck dogs took his face, identify his dental (Blaow)
And for the record, my only lethal weapon a pencil (Shh)
Or a pen, you won't see me in the pen
At all), I'm gone, free in the wind
I beat the beat 'til the end or I let it breathe
I gotta go if it ain't 'bout cheddar cheese
Who take it to the streets? Man, that's Sesame's (Hah)
El General with the letter G (G)
I don't rep brands, they reppin' me (Ha)
I'm ridin' dirty dirt, but my record clean
Flow, I'ma kill 'em off slow, I'm the realest also (Yeah)
What you really cargo? (Ayo)
They can copy my lines, I got too many barcodes
It's way too easy (F 'em like Baby Weezy)
Hindos and the 'nanos, yeah, this shit
Gross, really hate the game y'all playin'
You niggas jokes, I don't weigh in like Damon (Haha)
Just mind my business, you know business needs patience (Haha)
Won't let you test mine, plenty times
Had to stretch dimes, stretch pennies
Distorted by the harder way shit done led me to murder
I made magic from harder days, turned the pen to a burner
Burn that shit up, burn it down and tell me, what do you see? (Woo)
Phoenix risen from the pavement, baby lookin' at me (Woo)
Yeah, that was me in the trenches (Let's go)
Plus they see in the trenches (Let's go)
, We put OT on the lenses (Let's go)
Shout out Bimmers and Benzes (Boom, boom)
, Risky, but feed the expenses (Let's go)
Need to get deep in the trenches (Let's go)
Just to get free from the trenches (Let's go)
OG told me, "Set your goals or they gon' run your life" (Facts)
Mixtape Pumas on my soul, I'ma run for life (Facts)
It's Nipsey, The Marathon, show what your hustle like (Woo)
It's Ripley's, believe what you like, I'm still the one, goodnight
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