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They stuck and froze when they juxtaposed to they fucking foes
Coop up some crows when I utter flows, who could touch me bro?
I puff the droll while I bump the pros, getting comfortable
No cuffing hoes but I love em, knowing they suckin' slow
But listen, only currency urging me currently
These foes, gods ain't holy or worship worthy, that's irkin' me
I lose control cause I know these niggas that spit clones
These raps are quiet, that immune deficiency, sin, throne
So what I'm flittin' is goin' against the system
Cause I know some niggas quit and wait before they see they wishin'
That they only gettin' chips and now they flippin' all these bricks
And stickin' dick in these bitches addicted to this ghetto livin'
But I wanna live good and pull some mega tacks
Vacation with the weather nice and max, don't no longer consider happy price
On my craft countin' the cheese, gettin' the cheddar right
The 7 mics with lyrical compositions that Eddie writes
I never bite, nigga been to go with all the compositions
And I'm planin' to get in composition at the top with all the spittin'
They ain't even ready for the shit that I'm spittin'
Without writin' it down, there's no supervision
It's penmanship
It's mad sloppy
But I still get it to the top and get the sloppy toppy
From a thotty that be comin' over
And I be ridin' in Ferrari, Tesla, Rosas and the Dreams
Then I'm rollin' over
Wakin' up, I see I gotta chase the fuckin' paper
And collect all the statements from these far-fuckin' haters
Cause they ain't never did nothin'
They ain't never have ambition to chase a fuckin' dream
And get the fuck up out the kitchen
These niggas do the same shit they doin' yesterday
Actin' like they gon' get rich today
What the fuck you gon' do to that nigga