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I was talking to my neighbor yesterday, we was smoking and shit
And the nigga was like, yo, you need to get in the gym, nigga
I'm like, nigga I'm never going back to the gym
Bro I'm never going back to the gym
I hate lifting weights bro, I played football for fucking eight years
That shit was not fun, Lifting weights is not fucking fun
Cappin' with the podding, give a damn what these liars said
Ballin in the streets, cause they running out of tire tread
Clearing house homie, when promoters go and wire bread
It's something that I gotta attend to like drivers ed
I'm too focused, your crew's hopeless
Manning the city, even sexing with ya ole miss
Presidential status with the gold wrist
Bodying the record all that's missing is a cold kiss
So official gotta hand me awards
These niggas whining over cheese like charcuterie boards
And we're rapping with a purpose gotta move with a cause
Gather up our resources and we're using them all
This is murder with the music more casualties
Professional with production gotta stash of beats
I'm a veteran these niggas couldn't rap with me
So they mad throwing fits like fashion week
Down like the syndrome, down with the sickness
Life is bitch when it hits Sonny Liston
Living in Hell but I feel like a Christian
People gonna pass like gas but I missed them
Down like the syndrome, down with the sickness
Life is bitch when it hits Sonny Liston
Living in Hell but I feel like a Christian
People gonna pass like gas but I missed them
Bling bloa, how you like me now?
We getting neck, chasing checks like it's Nike town
But even king koopa coochie couldn't pipe me down
Was in a white tee flee, why she like me now?
Don't wanna understand, fuck that, don't wanna overstate
How can inspire rap liars that I motivate?
How could I feel world wide live in a Dover space?
Grinning while we winning spittin' venom like a cobra snake
Flow's Pellegrino, show's sell for c notes