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This just in, this nigga black rapping
That mean the payroll is ready, you that cognac is happy
I pray my liver make it, read your contracts petty
Just read the mission statement, my bout that fetti
And I was hustling backwards, picture with actors
And a disguise ain't what you fear, but what you fear is a
These niggas scared of bizzy, I get busy for practice
But disregard the shit, ain't tryna your questions
I em over quick, I'm iverson with the rock

If I see at the top of the key, nigga it's bap bap
Then lights out, this is my house
Fuck y'all, nigga I
My bench through withdrawals, do it with y'all or without y'all
And I rep home at away games, then come and eat rogaine
I'm too young to be stressed out (he too to be stressed out)
Coroner, him up, he ain't have it, on deck
Cobain, va, real nigga, up
Get it

on 100 thou
Fuck your fashion, all my youngins know which gun in
Suckers got me fucked up, and I bought the bitch
And I ain't talking house when I say my niggas semi out
No bench sitting, just niggas
No pinching, just plenty purchase
Phones, hatian boy don't leave em
When I'm a nature boy, I blow on grass and be a
folarin, bitch I'm butter with orders shit
Niggas cooking, I'm frying by insurmountable

you come to my town, put you right where you want to be
Got variety, brims like appliance apartment
I'm providing the ignorance with a of some conscious
Imma with a small one, but imma slide with a bopper
Got a from the hood, got a chick that's in college
I just put them lips together I'm tired of talk