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Brown, we got another one!
Yo, the game changed like the weather, here's the forecast
We done switched from broadcast to podcast
Where I'm from they would draw cast and hog ass
And quickly turn your TV off like Comcast
They ain't friendly guys, put you in the friendly skies
I don't want your friendly fives, niggas sweet as friendly pies
We been eating every morning, busting .55s
We the breakfast clubs, why they love the NVI?
I like them pretty eyes, mink slides, Fendi spy
Dress well, really fly, SL65
Who got the city tied? I sound silly, huh?
Grown ballers here, over there, that's the pity side
I'm who they hate to hear, I be killing like late Lanier
If you feel it then make it clear, throw a million and shake your rear
Yeah, they pissed, different toilet, same shit
A hundred chains lit, like say my name, bitch!
I been in this shit too long to stop now, huh?
I look like quitting when I'm still spitting?
Too cocky for that, besides the streets won't let me
It's time to go harder than ever on these
Fuck niggas, it ain't business, shit personal
I done shed blood but not a tear, I'm the rapper you gotta fear
I spit the truth and let loose without a care
It be the close ones when it comes with a lot to share
Then they see me like slime! Fuck outta here
I dripped a lot in here, even the blind gotta stare
Jellyfish has got a pair, Pharrell, V, outta where?
Leather black shorts, white fur, koala bear
Pocket sock square, pearl button, persona rare
Ezek swear that I don't rap no more
I'm rapping more, still rapping, rapping raw
I clap your whore from the roof like rap rapport
Y'all side acts who sound like they ain't rap before
I got cats waiting in line like at Cats waiting in line
Throwing subs, they corny so corned beef is fine
No bread involved, no need to speak my mind
Backseat recline, these streets is mine!
I walked in this bitch in constructs, I'ma walk out in Louis Tims
Time is money, that's why I need the land dweller
Diamonds African like Mandela
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, man, Merm Season