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Okay, okay, all y'all rapping niggas out here
Man, y'all niggas rap, y'all niggas need to get with me, man
I'm the hottest DJ in the streets, man
I'm that nigga in the interview lying
About how much mixtapes I'm movin', man
I'm leas—see all these whips out here, man?
All these whips is mine, they all leased, man
All these whips is leased, man
Ayo, I'm the nigga that be getting robbed
Every week 'cause I'm in the streets like that
Matter of fact, that nigga Kay Slay's
Man in Brooklyn got my chain on right now
That's how real I am, man
Y'all already know what it is, man
Ayo, I'm in the streets, all y'all niggas wanna spit, spit for me, man
'Cause I'm that nigga, man, I'm movin' all these tapes
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Yo, yo, dog, I got this, homie, it's Caliber
Check me right here
Listen to a key MC
Cal's 5'7", a brown nigga like my reefer green
I need the cream, 'bout to make a dream machine
Living nightmares, dog, when I sleep, I dream of coke
On a slope, you can ski the fiends
My guns bad students, they got D's and E's
Cal's fire, but see, I freeze the heat
Be the beast, the streets need to speak to beats
Okay, okay, okay, Caliber, you did
Your thing (That was crazy hot, son)
Okay, yo, Fat Cat, let me hear what you dealin'
With, man (Ooh, boy, that's fire, boy)
Let me hear what you doin', what you spittin' about?
Aight, homie, I got this, I heard you
You feel me? I got this, my man
Geah, I'm not into punchlines or metaphorical phrases
I'ma spit this one rhyme to let you know that I'm blazin'
You heard correct, I'm Fat Cat the great one
If I'm not in the hood, I'm gettin' jawbone, watchin' Extreme Dating
Or blazin' up a fifty of that purple squish
Yeah, you spit a hot sixteen, but I heard you puss
That's not a good look
You shinin'? I'm lookin' for a good jooks
Your bitch can't suck no dick, but she a good cook