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Allow me to please introduce myself, my name is BARZ; B A to the R Z
I smoke gas, big blunts like a Marley
I ride tracks like a motherf*cking Harley
A lot of y'all talent is wasted, Chris Fairley
That's right I said it
If you really want smoke motherf*cker let's get it
A lot of y'all don't write y'all shit so why you taking that credit
Need to give those folks they props when you making your edits
That's right, BARZ, the shits I put on paper
I'm just here to give them knowledge, hopefully elevate you
I drop heat like the summers in Jamaica
Told mom dukes I'ma blow before she meet her maker
So this what I'ma do, give them hell every time I spit it
Don't get quiet now, keep chirping up crickets
If you for the boy, then be glad you witness
The demolition of all the opposition

Nah, gang ain't lied
My pen been on fire ever since I banged Song Cry
I mean I take on most beats that most rappers are scared of
I know my flow is ahead of the rest
By any means, yes I'm going for success
Never had to stress cause my worst compared to your best it's
Actually comedy, but who I am to judge
I'm just the doctor, where are my surgical gloves
So I can operate and save the game properly
Until I am the only one left like Monopoly
Beethoven when I spit yeah your boy is a prodigy
This that southern shit, I'm talking fatbacks with the collard greens
Homemade cornbread, rice and gravy with neck bones
This shit is special mumble rap I made your headstone
A nice spot in the ground to put your bed on
This southern rapping ain't as weak as it was led on
I got the flow of Yankee period
But I've been here all my life ain't you curious
How the hell don't I sound like the rest of them
I guess I'm different, man I guess I'm just the best of them
I love the south I could never think less of them
I got the perfect thing if they want to stress something
See this here just for fun
So imagine when I'm serious then what can be done
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Allow me to please introduce myself, my name is BARZ; B A to the R Z
I smoke gas, big blunts like a Marley
I ride tracks like a motherf*cking Harley
A lot of y'all talent is wasted, Chris Fairley
That's right I said it
If you really want smoke motherf*cker let's get it
A lot of y'all don't write y'all shit so why you taking that credit
Need to give those folks they props when you making your edits
That's right, BARZ, the shits I put on paper
I'm just here to give them knowledge, hopefully elevate you
I drop heat like the summers in Jamaica
Told mom dukes I'ma blow before she meet her maker
So this what I'ma do, give them hell every time I spit it
Don't get quiet now, keep chirping up crickets
If you for the boy, then be glad you witness
The demolition of all the opposition

Nah, gang ain't lied
My pen been on fire ever since I banged Song Cry
I mean I take on most beats that most rappers are scared of
I know my flow is ahead of the rest
By any means, yes I'm going for success
Never had to stress cause my worst compared to your best it's
Actually comedy, but who I am to judge
I'm just the doctor, where are my surgical gloves
So I can operate and save the game properly
Until I am the only one left like Monopoly
Beethoven when I spit yeah your boy is a prodigy
This that southern shit, I'm talking fatbacks with the collard greens
Homemade cornbread, rice and gravy with neck bones
This shit is special mumble rap I made your headstone
A nice spot in the ground to put your bed on
This southern rapping ain't as weak as it was led on
I got the flow of Yankee period
But I've been here all my life ain't you curious
How the hell don't I sound like the rest of them
I guess I'm different, man I guess I'm just the best of them
I love the south I could never think less of them
I got the perfect thing if they want to stress something
See this here just for fun
So imagine when I'm serious then what can be done
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Writer: Brandon Butler
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