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I told them you can't bullshit a bulshitter
Young spitter with my young hitters
Everything dope like a drug dealer
2 shots the storyteller a mic killer
And I ain't talking about groping when I might feel her
What's my mothaf*cking name (G G G)
Make her sing like a sniper she hit everything in her range
Told me rap is overpopulated but we are not the same
My brains strange crazy deranged broke out my chains
They're so focused on the dollars but I' m out promoting the change
Cognac aficionado Hennessy be the gang
Pen pal with the sorrows the ink links all the pain
Peep my cuts deep every beat I can reach is slain
Everything I spit real make your bitch drip like a tip drill
Gave these niggas headaches for a decade and I'm the shit still
These nigga tripping off they fit still when my pen kills
As I cut them down with a sound this way sharper than quick shrill
Nova Breeze shout out to my nigga G
I say let me hit the game never vision blamed
I never heard of a blank shit I'm a missile a tank
Never miss I be hitting hard let'em feel my pain
The window pane
I been looking out never stood around
Any niggas that ever doubt me therefore I be moving around
Probably jamming Pac
On my own time I don't have a clock
I mastered hop like a kangroo
I been drapping swag ahh
I been dripping swagu cashews
Out of my pocket my dough nuts money cash used
Any rap feuds with me or G and I snap to
The beat like a drum
Default da da da da da da dum
They just dumb duh
I be run'em
Whenever the sun rise
Mike Tyson with punch lines
Causing black eyes
Yes I is black my iris black
You know I got rap sight
Spitting flow hoe that's H20 get baptized
I'm never lacking rhymes
I be dropping bars just to past the time
They be like bitch give the pastor time
Is this past or present
I be in the future it's hard to tell I'm a rap professor
Teaching'em difference
No math indifference
No average
Nigga I'ma take the whole game over this what you call having leverage
Feeling like the owe me something that'll be cash or debit
Bitch
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I told them you can't bullshit a bulshitter
Young spitter with my young hitters
Everything dope like a drug dealer
2 shots the storyteller a mic killer
And I ain't talking about groping when I might feel her
What's my mothaf*cking name (G G G)
Make her sing like a sniper she hit everything in her range
Told me rap is overpopulated but we are not the same
My brains strange crazy deranged broke out my chains
They're so focused on the dollars but I' m out promoting the change
Cognac aficionado Hennessy be the gang
Pen pal with the sorrows the ink links all the pain
Peep my cuts deep every beat I can reach is slain
Everything I spit real make your bitch drip like a tip drill
Gave these niggas headaches for a decade and I'm the shit still
These nigga tripping off they fit still when my pen kills
As I cut them down with a sound this way sharper than quick shrill
Nova Breeze shout out to my nigga G
I say let me hit the game never vision blamed
I never heard of a blank shit I'm a missile a tank
Never miss I be hitting hard let'em feel my pain
The window pane
I been looking out never stood around
Any niggas that ever doubt me therefore I be moving around
Probably jamming Pac
On my own time I don't have a clock
I mastered hop like a kangroo
I been drapping swag ahh
I been dripping swagu cashews
Out of my pocket my dough nuts money cash used
Any rap feuds with me or G and I snap to
The beat like a drum
Default da da da da da da dum
They just dumb duh
I be run'em
Whenever the sun rise
Mike Tyson with punch lines
Causing black eyes
Yes I is black my iris black
You know I got rap sight
Spitting flow hoe that's H20 get baptized
I'm never lacking rhymes
I be dropping bars just to past the time
They be like bitch give the pastor time
Is this past or present
I be in the future it's hard to tell I'm a rap professor
Teaching'em difference
No math indifference
No average
Nigga I'ma take the whole game over this what you call having leverage
Feeling like the owe me something that'll be cash or debit
Bitch
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I told them you can't bullshit a bulshitter
Young spitter with my young hitters
Everything dope like a drug dealer
2 shots the storyteller a mic killer
And I ain't talking about groping when I might feel her
What's my mothaf*cking name (G G G)
Make her sing like a sniper she hit everything in her range
Told me rap is overpopulated but we are not the same
My brains strange crazy deranged broke out my chains
They're so focused on the dollars but I' m out promoting the change
Cognac aficionado Hennessy be the gang
Pen pal with the sorrows the ink links all the pain
Peep my cuts deep every beat I can reach is slain
Everything I spit real make your bitch drip like a tip drill
Gave these niggas headaches for a decade and I'm the shit still
These nigga tripping off they fit still when my pen kills
As I cut them down with a sound this way sharper than quick shrill
Nova Breeze shout out to my nigga G
I say let me hit the game never vision blamed
I never heard of a blank shit I'm a missile a tank
Never miss I be hitting hard let'em feel my pain
The window pane
I been looking out never stood around
Any niggas that ever doubt me therefore I be moving around
Probably jamming Pac
On my own time I don't have a clock
I mastered hop like a kangroo
I been drapping swag ahh
I been dripping swagu cashews
Out of my pocket my dough nuts money cash used
Any rap feuds with me or G and I snap to
The beat like a drum
Default da da da da da da dum
They just dumb duh
I be run'em
Whenever the sun rise
Mike Tyson with punch lines
Causing black eyes
Yes I is black my iris black
You know I got rap sight
Spitting flow hoe that's H20 get baptized
I'm never lacking rhymes
I be dropping bars just to past the time
They be like bitch give the pastor time
Is this past or present
I be in the future it's hard to tell I'm a rap professor
Teaching'em difference
No math indifference
No average
Nigga I'ma take the whole game over this what you call having leverage
Feeling like the owe me something that'll be cash or debit
Bitch
Writer: EUGENE DAVID SIMMONS II
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave