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I don't PR stunt, ancestors from the island Family is mad that I'm runnin wit the rhymin I come from the state of Plies and 2 Pistols Take me out the city with pliers or two pistols Came intelligent, boy born in Bristol Praise these bars, albums a hymnal Boy I'm grinding, tryna level up my character While you chasing me, fuck my stamina Nigga is it I You despise I don't have a third eye But I have a private eye I don't trust him he's a snake Whats at stake I went from laughing stock To cashing stocks Girls Ducking me To catching cock Can't hear your bullshit I just put you on my Iphone dock Of course I let the album drop Ask me when the album drop Getting kinda nervous like little kids when they movie hop And the game is just Miyagi Wacks on wacks off Hey game Tac called I'm appalled This is God I'm speaking from the scriptures and scrolls Never run off off the topic, even if I take soul I'm known for blowing rappers into smithereens I call the number, bomb blows up, ain't tnt True what they say, that rap has changed, is no longer bout being skilled It's no longer you diss a nigga, that nigga is getting killed But I guess it's given chances for rappers like me Skin light, but I been writin, ima ill mc Critics calling rap controversial Rick Ross off of those commercials I date rape too Bitches walking like they are Hershel I'm tired of hearing shit, Begging them to disembark I bottle all my emotions and then put em in my bars But sometimes I just Chill wit the rhymes Make a beat in short time That you can put inside your vehicle Go crazy Amanda Bynes And I'm already getting mine I don't fuck I'm just getting mind Fuck the blow got fucking mines Take a hit while I just make a Vine Now break your spine I ride a skateboard nigga What you hate for nigga What do you got? I heard you got a late whore nigga Call me yigga and jigga Call me spic and nigga Catch me singing on the hooks like I'm Trey Songs nigga Gotta go fast Get pro fast Won't last Gotta bypass All these dang cats Smack a hi hat Why hate God I'm cocky Go to Tri-state Why wait Never rhyme late Fuck a prom date 18 Rap 16's Add one guy Seventeen Let me be Heavy be Getting me Anxious Getting famous Who the lamest Same niggas rapping shameless Man I don't even get you Im tryna be a legend You making them forgot you Homie I'm taking names You make it then I'm to blame Guess every single nights a fight With my