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[Intro Skit] [Verse 1] Err' morning baptized with New York tap It’s been a minute since I’ve been given a New York dap These days it’s like slap, pound I’ve been travelin', I’ve been babblin' Rapid ryhmes for rapid runs Just the Latin runs in my blood Pumpin the passing sounds of the cityscape How many Wikis does it take to get a chick with a pretty face? Yeah, and I send a few dick pics Get back to me, I don’t give a shit, it’s Just like a litmus test But it’s more about the litness Rather than it, the kid’s acidic I don’t really know about [?] shit All I know about roll an ounce in the kitchen And I been sippin' on, sippin' on brew Crippin' on like my life depended on Bet it ain't slippin' out my palm I ain’t slippin', I’m sittin' on the corn-er Err, say a word of what you heard I lay by the bridge, I concur refers to the crib [Bridge] I’m a rap cat, you a rat act You either too industry or you backpack Man let’s not get into that, get into that Damn you got to live with that, live with that [Verse 2] What it do, man? I’m the new man Comin' through with a new stance on what you knew, fam' How you know what you know That’s why I don’t know shit but licks and some dough Some piff, a bitch, and a bowl Cat’s act like the shit don’t go Cats better act like, "Shit, it can snow" Just a glitch of the globe Just a shake of the globe and I’m taking control Cats can’t take what they know, they faked in a mold I rap from scratch, I’m made in a bowl Made by moms, made by my pops Turned to a don, learned at the stop Pastor Pat said it, it’s the rapture Y'all can’t rap with, y'all can’t capture A picture and play Just with shit that you say, spit that I spray I can tell you bitchmade by the shit that you say [Bridge 2] Lil Ralph, Lil Wik Lil Me, Pat [Verse 3] Ralph tryna get in me, ain't tryna let him be, nah That represent the hell in me I’ve been tellin' y'all bout how the stress done made a mess of me They ain’t faking what the measures be And interviewers still tryna figure out the recipe Even if I gave it, couldn’t cook it I’ve been staying out of bookings I’ve been staying in myself I ain’t sayin that he lookin' for the [?] under the shelf Half the shit I rap about, man, I should be saying it myself And I’m saying it aloud I’m a-sayin' that I’m proud In the back of my mind Got my pride in a pouch And I’m tryin' not to pout, I’m tryin' not to pout Tryin' not to pout But I’m a cry baby on time out on the side of the couch And I'm signing me out Not Can’t stop the rhymes in my mouth And I said this before Pathetic pat, prophetic pat, what I said anymore Pat back with the raps that get ya hat mashed Hand on your hair when I said the shit you can’t catch (Dick right now, right quick, huh?) Pat’s back