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You might end up in the crossfire
Everyone I get in touch with tryna shoot the shots off
You was on some unc shit you bounced it off the backboard
You form look like Shaq shots
Cook it up just like a souffle
Why the fuck you salty I got flavor and I add to taste
Put me on the television I don't want it anyway
Yall went from hitting renegades to the back of the line at assemblies
I took the time and I soak it up
Starting to feel like a Mormon
Just in the way I knock on doors
Don't give a fuck about consciousness
Middle finger to the populous
Why is you preachin Netropolis
Y'all finna see that I'm popping off
I do it in ways that you couldn't imagine
Studio fame I don't want in an instant
Shaking my hands the progression is steady
Fuck it like what was the use
Write off a list of the names in the game who be having influence
Damn, I feel like Jimmy Neutron with the brain I gotta blast
I was running hella laps
That's two hundred for a track
If they want me on the mix, I ain't falling for them tricks
I just know I'm living big
Had to make it supersized, that's a burger and some fries
I be swerving on these lanes, then I'm zooming in the lens
I been thoomin in the rain, Uma Therman with the fall
Kept a thermos like I'm hot
I just been big balling I'm popping my collar but stalling the time when these convos get awkward
I just add in the crickets the sound effect it been digital but all the gear it been analog
Get to scheming on the plot I feel like Phineas, they can't even help but they been nosey
My inventions they get better and better I think I'll never get stagnant
Y'all can try to copy the flows, the cadence, the swagger but can't get the energy
Asking if I had empathy
Said I felt it intensively till I burn up some schedule one
God forbid I ever try to catch a vibe for once
You was acting like you balling throwing fives and ones
I can take you on a trip to see the Odyssey but you can't last I'm Yukon Gold straight out the ground
Honestly, y'all ain't ever even tried your best the X on top my chest it tells you what you need to know
You might end up in the crossfire
Everyone I get in touch with tryna shoot the shots off
You was on some unc shit you bounced it off the backboard
You form look like Shaq shots
Cook it up just like a souffle
Why the fuck you salty I got flavor and I add to taste
Put me on the television I don't want it anyway
Y'all went from hitting renegades to the back of the line at assemblies
I took the time and I soak it up
Starting to feel like a Mormon
Just in the way I knock on doors
Don't give a fuck about consciousness
Middle finger to the populous
Why is you preaching Netropolis
Y'all finna see that I'm popping off
I do it in ways that you couldn't imagine
Studio fame I don't want in an instant
Shaking my hands the progression is steady
Fuck it like what was the use
Write off a list of the names in the game who be having influence
Damn, I feel like Jimmy Neutron with the brain I gotta blast
I was running hella laps