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Ay, ay, mic check, one, two, ay, ay, ay, ay, man, ay Turn the music up, yeah, uh (You hear the horn?) Yeah Crooklin (They only getting better, we only getting better, Mick Jenkins!) Soul, yo, ay, man (Not so much right) The best rapper alive or not Was laced by the grace I just had to tie the knot (Ay, it's a warning, stupid) Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo Metasota warned me they wanna war But actually they forfeiting Like they wardrobe for half of the week Still eating rappers like chicken quesadillas With еxtra cheese and pico de gallo Thinking they firе but they easily mild Check the score, you're just a tourist You ain't really wild Ay, I made a hundred thousand then freaked it like a black and mild Made another hundred thousand, then I blew it Like a performance from Miles with a horn in his mouth I do it, I was born with this style, it's unfortunate how They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony Letras de cancionesSteven's IV full of potent dope Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke Yo, I said, Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony Steven's IV full of potent dope Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke Ya know, ay yo, ay yo Yo, roll me one of those hot ones man With that real, yeah, none of those vegan joints, you feel me? Crooklyn one of my favorite movies Now me and Crooklin be making movies Spike please do the right thing, don’t sue me Still fighting the good fight (You niggas, You niggas suck!) Read the autobiography of Malcolm X as a Christian Started questioning the reverend, “like this nigga trippin’” Getting stiller stiller cause I'm carrying My uncle a senior bishop, my God-mom an apostle I'm soul-o hoe The prophet, it's in my heritage To church, you go to pray and then Shit, the work is on the outside Hip hop sound off, all my brothers on the front line If this resonate with you, I'm inviting you to combine With me till our multiplicity is big enough to blow em up with one bomb Why you think we always in some bond? Cause they don't want us to combine (They can't fuck with you niggas cause we hot!) Which is why Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony Steven's IV full of potent dope Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke Yo, I said, Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony Steven's IV full of potent dope Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke From Letras Mania