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Oh, oh Oh, oh Take a look and cut the fuckin' light on, I bite like python Son of Poseidon, Trident Strike like lightnin' and give light like sun And sometimes I don't write like Shawn Carter Plus, I'm way smarter than an eighth grade scholar with straight A's on his way to a grade A college Why don't you acknowledge my haulin' of knowledge? I asked them niggas who was better, all I heard was silence Verbal AK's were sprayed, all you heard was sirens While I'm cheffin' in the backseat, happy that my attack rеached Laughin' like, "Come gеt at me", I'm sharper than cracked teeth They fuck with me back East, my mama a black queen My step daddy was a PCP dust smoker (Damn) I used to see him slumped over, boy was fucked over (Damn) You think that I'ma be victim? Got me fucked over (Facts) How many steps I am to success? One closer I mean come on, man, this shit ain't blatant enough for you niggas or what? Yeah All about the fuckin' money, stuff it in glad bags I'm the shit, excuse me if I rudely had passed gas Southside, Houston, Texas, niggas in black masks They tryna send a bomb through your hood like Baghdad Letras de cancionesDamn, it's facts though Greet me as the rap Fidel Castro with cash flow out the asshole I feel like parliament, uh Don't need no doobies in my funk, I need the rawest shit, uh Fresh out the dark, I was born to spar with the hardest pit out the kennel Dig out your dental, leave your shit dissembled for incidentals Fuck an instrumental, this is deeper than rap My niggas knee deep in the trap with street sweepers and MACS The beat reaper is back for revenge like the Candy Man The avalanche, roll over niggas, the ambulance couldn't fix 'em I'm hammer dancin' on victims with bands in hand Your bitch think I'm a handsome man, I'm smooth as Dapper Dan, uh Just give me a minute, bitch, and watch me lock the game like penitentiary premises Big Sparta, it's imminent, bitch Oh, oh Oh, oh From Letras Mania