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I've been conversing with the mad rapper, and quite frankly, he's very mad
We're gonna try to find out why
32 bars on this shit just for fun
A lot of rappers struggle to even do one
Not me though, I spit gas like the sun
Who's stepping up to me? I see none
Nobody, nada, shawty call me papa
Or daddy, no baby, I'm not your father
I'm just that dude who go deeper and harder than your last man
No need to talk about him
Feeling rejuvenated on this sick ass beat
Bragging about my production, that shit go harder than me
Funny thing is I got these loops for free
Still the man made a banger, so I tell him bring my money
Laughing to the bank, but it's not funny
Grinding off my ass, while y'all got lucky
Not supposed to be here, my flow was sucky
But I upgraded, now the delivery ain't dusty
Musty, can't fuck with that chick, she way too crusty
Yucky, hoe put on perfume, you smell disgusting
Musky, redeem yourself and grab me a cup of that muddy
Mucky, I'm up all night to get lucky
The way I'm rapping kinda feels like the old me
Thought I left that behind in history
Said I changed, but that shit was phony
Cause I'll never let anyone control me
And I'll never let anyone dethrone me
I've been at the top so long, I got used to being lonely
But that's why I got my crew and all my broskis
We all gonna win, we're gonna need a ceremony
All that tough talk you talk, it's all baloney
Crazy how I used to consider you as a homie
So now you're the Raptors and I'm 06 Kobe
Drop 81 on your head and embarrass you fully