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[Verse 1: CB] Its the master boaster Do a drive by with a supersoaker Chilling in the back with la costra nostra Show my clothes and logos don't think they know us Damn, I ain't got no fear With the wolves playing Rains of Castamere With a heart of stone and no man before thee Leave my mark til CB's on marquees Making moves, skip the music this is choreography Make a bullet point and aim it right at your discography Always on a roll until I set up my monopoly Sweater in the desert screaming ain't nobody hot as me Whoa, settle it down, gather control Carry the chrome aiming for crowns aiming for domes Open up chrome Google the prose of lyrical pro's Scoping the lines holding my own I stay up off my soles Always on my toes 'til I reach my goals My mind my body my soul got that under control Synergy of warchief Niggas talking like they want beef R A nigga give me Zs Better treat me like a prodigy 'Cus you don't really want CB [Verse 2: Raz Law] You know who it is when I park the whip Riding round bumping my own shit In a black hoodie, I be blacking out Might black your eye when I'm lashing out Living my life like a wallaby I ain't yo buddy no Barnaby Might break yo face nigga pardon me Gotta show 'em they ain't on par with me This is Big Leagues, you niggas Pop Warner Might pop a shot with no type of warning I'm a fire storm, these niggas luke warm Need a dunce cap, I might ScHoolboy 'em This the shit that they want, this the shit that they need Nigga fuck was you doing Know you ain't talking bout me No you ain't talking bout Sheed, please The beat start barking My feet start sparking I feast then I leave like a thief in the darkness Niggas know better 'cus the kid will chalk 'em Throw 'em in a ditch they don't get a real coffin Niggas don't catch me off guard too often I don't know bout yall I get the work done then I stunt for the broads Hit 'em with the size 17 B-Nard