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I hustle you never move a muscle
Who do I trust crew bu and a friend or two
Cut you bundles on the greyhound bus dude
Just watch what you say if it's rude
Cause I'm not in the mood spotting my food
Grab my tool cause I don't even like you that's the truth
Spitting in the booth get down like a sleuth so what's the use show me the juice

Watching my back and my weight put you in your place for messing with my plate
Never hate or have to debate or hesitate to get straight the situate so pick a date so I can regulate

How about now it seems like the best time
To bust the best rhyme call the request line for peace of mind and just shines
Fine dime get pushed to the side because I got mine
Prime nine to commit crimes

Poisonous slime when I spit I got it
Caught up in the knowledge jumping off a tall ledge
Running into the edge of the dead
Blood red when the bloodshed stained his bed
Tap the keg let's get it going to our head
Doughboy said constant rotation instead
Constant patient get bread I'm racing a sled
he begged and he pled for the lead


I'm insane you're an infant get you whole shit bent
In an instant I'm hell sent back from a cell stint
Shine like the shell tint hell I'm jelling repel like an agent

So quick with this bust a bitch in the grits
Lyricist twisting nipples and tits till they pop like zits
You can't rock like this ill stop this shit
Leave and come back even more equipped

I'm back again its crack my friend attack in sin
Men women and children what this world were building
Villains that can't decide why they're killing
Except for feeling so appealing and thrilling

Stealing the show I glow in the day though
Light the dro get baked like potato you know
Never slow ill fight a hoe for my right to go
Calicos like woo

Foes I cripple attacking the middle
I heard your dick was little balls like pimples
Your girl a nympho plan and simple
She dance to the tempo knockout like kimbo

Got that indo no sticks no seeds or roots
Gram of sour dezz in my Tim boots your crew is thin troops
Begin to shit poop lyrical fruit loops in the new coupe

Be gone like chicken noodle soup you a fad
Or fag oh dag got you mad my bad
My mom my dad times I've had are just a drag
Crap like bag of swag

Got a maxed out mag for that monster ache
I don't contemplate the mcs I ate and left in my wake
These people sweet like cake
Your number one mistake makes your life at stake

I'm a beast like weezy self-proclaims
Like yeast ima rise in this game Cain
Acid rain remains when I spit I cause pain
Never a gain but the fame its lame

I swing by in my ride cause I'm dry
They hide Cause people are afraid to go outside
Never law abide they saw my eyes and pride
Lyrical homicide tried to wash the blood with tide