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Sharpening my edge for a 180 days
I'm afraid to catch a case
Cause the katana that I'm clutching
Rhymes cutting, beat's hitting
Everybody hyped up
Niggas phony, niggas shady
Everybody piped up
Only thing I need is this katana
And this microphone
On a killing spree, then I chill out
And I walk back home
Y'all can't fuck with me
I'm a OG in a new body, new shorty
Only a little that you knew about me
New niggas
I can't really fuck with them
New hoes
I can't really fuck with those
Same flows
I can't really fuck with those
We be making progress
None of y'all can digest
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Step aside nigga you be
Ruining the process
Spitting this nonsense
You be capping in your rapping, yeah
Keeping it a hundred
Is the only thing I wanna hear
Only thing you gonna do is disappear
Reappear
At a 9 to 5 with a McDonald's cap
Or Donald's cap
Making anything great again
Is totally bullshit
You either come back
Harder than ever
Or keep your lips zipped
Some of these bitches need to keep
Their pussy lips zipped
Body count of 18
Before they reach 18
You making little
Splashes in the ocean
So what's the commotion
I'm sipping the potion
While you tripping and boasting
I'm flowing like water
From east coast to west and
I got my tequilla in one hand
The other too
Pull up on me like what it do
Haters gonna hate, fuck niggas too
Phone DND, I'm at the stu'
Running my mouth
What I got myself into
My ego be killing me, damn