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I can make a dollar stretch like a plastic bag Never leave it to Chance, though I bang that Acid Rap You been talking but you never check for ears on the walls The game gone fuck you dawg You might as well tear off your draws Yall niggas sideways They said my flow is so illegal homie crime pays I’m hungry like a nigga hasn’t ate in nine days Young and driven but you trippin so we slump you in your driveway Man I hear Scream from porch and we gone come to your yard I’m a different type of nigga I’m the sergeant in charge And when it comes to talking females my involvement is large Cause I ain’t have to go college just to study a broad Closed mouths don’t get fed That explains why I’m always speaking Got a coffin for you cowards Body bags for the weekend Drop so many records they speculating that someone leaked it Just bringing grief to niggas that’s contemplating competing I’m on a roll like quadriplegics- paraplegics Scared of the beating You tryna eat but it’s not your season Ain’t no reason that you be seathen I’m just something to believe in I call shots fore they’re made Rap Game Gilbert Arenas Baltimore DM Whip the V6 Did it by myself I can say I don’t need shit Remember when survived off Kool Aid and wheat thins Now we eating ain’t no way in the world I could be thin We splurge on the weekends- well not really doe Still recording tracks in my room cause lowkey I’m really broke Ever wonder Why you think my songs ain’t got no videos Cause I ain't got shit to show You want me stunt and I clearly won’t I do it for my folks Rapping till I’m sweating like I did it for my coach Blow a clove down and start shitting out my quotes I’m clearly in my zone They said I couldn’t do this But now they like he did that Told em they gone miss this Ask em if they miss that Looking for a dime piece Used to date a kick back Me? I’m a live catch Damn that’s a miss match I ain’t fucking with your bitchass One day I know Ima slip past You gone be like hey how you doin with your rich ass I’ma be like woah swerve you can kiss that How’s life treating you? Baby you still in the trap? I shine when I move Brightest nigga in room no diamonds or jewels I swear some of these cats man they dying to lose Entering the race before you tying your shoes That’s why you crying and bruised Shoes so fly they calling em propellers Giving rappers blues like a bottle of propel is And the propellers propel us I’m failure repellent You know the truth You see I’m ill But you? You don’t wanna tell it I ain’t mad at you Walk through this life of mine No anesthetic I ain’t letting nothing go Until it’s time to dead it They won’t give me my credit So I’ma charge it to debit Shock these haters They feeling sick enough for a medic