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Verse 1
Lift your voice up to the sky
Verse 2
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Verse 3
hands in the air
Or you gon' need a halo,
I'm a mothafuckin' slayer
This ain't no game,
I'm not no player
Nigga tryna find his way and then
he bringing pain
You better know we major
Verse 4
Wrestle with these words
a young Mick Foley
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All I see is AC Slater
These niggas jaded, 'bout to set it off,
Still on the block it feel like Jenga how
it tumble down
Hands shaking like a Rumble pack,
are we humble now?
do the right thing and they buggin' out
Know the free don't stop
for nothing
Tell 'em niggas stop the frontin'
Roll in front, so if you ever
see teardrop
You better know we choppin'
onions
I'm spitting yellow bricks,
we rarely stop for munchkins
That's why I do not fuck
with customs
I'm unaccustomed to
these costumes
Know that if you cross the free
it just might cost you
I'm not a doctor or Kevin Costner
The way I'm dancing with these wolves,
I pray I never lost a step
I keep it steppin' nigga that's a bet
Verse 5
Relax and take notes, relax and take notes,
notes, notes, notes
Verse 6
And wave them like you just don't care
I'm just showin' love to my
mothafuckin' people
You can tell your mans we
ain't going no where
Now keep your hands in
And wave them like you just don't care
I'm just showin' love to my
mothafuckin' people
Verse 7
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
Verse 8
Yeah, yeah, yeah get the
now
Leather loafer steppin',
niggas better watch they mouth now
Leaving loaded lessons,
pray for blessings when the doubts 'round
Thousand Island stretchin',
I ain't stressin' no salad
I'm in this water where the sharks be
Coming for the same place
Artsy, dirty mouth,
Hardly, stuntin' on the niggas
that's frontin'
I know they do not want it, I run
over niggas that's punnin'
No I ain't tryna kick it, I'm
cookin' no bun in the oven
I need it on the stove,
push it to the people off a cottage grove
Pot of gold, flooded more than
Hollygrove
Mothafuckin' Hollywood,
never take a holiday
Faced the God,
what's up Based God?
I'm pacing hot, tracing opps
Know your enemy,
patrol your energy
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Don't slip with niggas that
pretend to be
Only kin of me can call me blood
Even a friendly can see the love
We do it for the free and keep it up
Tell your niggas they can keep the hate
Tell my friends I appreciate,
the value never depreciate
Verse 9
who be chillin' with them killers in the wild
We gettin' high 'til we bug
the fuck out
It's been a minute,
all the way to Flatbush
We get wild if you give us that look
Hit you with the follow up and the right hook,
Verse 10
hands
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Or you gon' have to lay low when
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I motherfucking spray you
This ain't no game like
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Sega, don't be a hero
I'm with my good fellas
and we 'bout to Rob Dinero
Give me the pesos,
give me the Euros, give me the dollars
if these niggas want the drama
Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk,
make you niggas popular
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As long as I'm rhyming
I'm Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh
Soul shocking with the fire,
Verse 11
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Niggas jocking my style, I been all on the road
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I been fucking your hoes, like blap
How you like me now?
It's the motherfucking Brooklyn
king of them now
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Niggas biting my style, I been all on the road
Verse 12
This for my niggas,
who be chillin' with them killers in the wild
We gettin' high 'til we bug the fuck out
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We get wild if you give us that look
the right hook, right, right
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