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Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric, look Ouu, I have been hand-selected by Ya, I merely comply In host to be ascribed he can cherish, ouu My hood see me as a god and they know I keep that .5 All those who care us, not that we perish, ouu I know that my bars are esoteric, ouu Lowkey I just had my second ares My flow the rarest, it deserve some merit I am inherently barbaric when it comes to spittin' that [?], ouu Look, yeah, big paul on me, not real life, but it stop traffic Ouu, yeah, don't teeth, but I keep the Cardi B clothes, that's a loud ratchet Ouu, yeah, gotta keep the heat while I move my feet down the road to Damascus Ouu, yeah, honor every word I speak, treat the beat like the Pope do the Sabbath Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric How the vocabulary flips at the record like it was Guinness And they see me track, go to hit 'em like it was tennis If you timid then the flow get to runnin' like it's a scrimmage Letras de cancionesLyrically I murder for hire, let me beat this man down Who gon' get him up, try to sit him up Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit 'em up Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit 'em up Track god, this the heaven flow, 'bout to send 'em up You get the beat, I feel the speak, make the retreat Put 'em asleep, I'm in their face, look at the pace Flow is nasty like a freak, never defeat I am an attempt to repeat, I am [?] How you fashion nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was meek This the W, I use it for wins, [?] Truth is never ended up sick, and I've been a beastly reality To pull up and give 'em my business dress Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think we livin' in the abyss Look at ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric, look Ay, straight up, man, I'ma be honest with you, man. Ay, look, the hardest thang to do in this day and age is stay ten toes down, you feel me? Everybody with that high cappin' and bumpin'. It is what is, but it's hard to stay ten toes down, you feel me? Out the mud, out the gutter, you feel me? Huh? Come on, man. I ain't with all that tongue wrestlin' and gun bumpin' either, man. Straight up. I talk fly teeth, all our teeth, you feel me? That's how it is From Letras Mania