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Lyrics

, yeah! what we talkin 'bout?, yeah! what we doin here?, joell, with the large pro-l, when you get'cho money, get'cho mind right, i say what's real, fuck that limelight!, all these haters, they don't want it, all these haters, know i'm on it, and i got 'em like ayyy-ohhh; and now they like "oh!", then i got 'em like ayyy-ohhh; and now they like "oh!", yeah - you niggaz think it's a game, see a smile on my face, freq' turn me up, pro - go wild on my bass, these muh'fuckers gotta know, i'm crack cocaine in the 80's, i got a flow, i rap so crazy, you play with me - adios, homey, i'm the second coming, this ain't the first time i've been on a record buggin, sho' nuff won't be the last, i'm just gettin started, you hollow, no furniture in a big apartment, i ain't a rap nigga, i'm a nigga that rap, and i can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked, man i'll get at twitter i'm street to the 9th power, walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa, i'd be lyin if i told you that my bucks major, but i walk in and pick the broad that i'ma fuck later, club carpet becomes garbage for the dutch paper, i see you watchin - whattup hater?!, somebody said his homey was better; i guess he lied, i'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25, to life when i write feel the ground shakin, e'ry word that i recite, get the town bakin, i'm not yo' average beast, i can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak, extra nauseous from the blab you speak, so drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet, you not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps, i count to ten; one. two/too late, bastards, look at y'all, shook, kool-aid packets, you know the situation, i'm that intimidatin, cold dog, i flow like a fridge in nathan's, you tryin to bring it back, i'm just tryin to bring it, you got them red bull bars, you just kinda wing it, like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it, but i ain't even mad at y'all fuckers!, you niggaz can look around, ain't nobody as hot, if you nobody, i stop by and body your block, if you somebody i turn you to the first nigga; i'm the worst nigga, call me mr. earth, niggaz bodies are dropped, my team really 'bout it homey, shotties are popped, you a bitch! probably shit, get on your potties and squat, this rap music is my new hustle, i don't plan to post up, with a few bundles, i'm on the grind all the time with a 9 nigga, headnod shit, y'all weak; man this is sweet like a eggnog mix, every word i speak's like a splurge out of the pound, y'all birds out here tweets, like words after a #, say my name and i'ma put you in your place, no not a song - i'ma come see you and punch you in your face!, bling brooklyn, cause that's where i've brought up, you ballin, i'm above the rim - don't get caught up,