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I been tryna keep the peace
Now its just a middle finger
Everybody cut
Can't trust em or believe em
They wrestle for attention like Cena
But I seen em
I'm really locked in
This cell don't have a ringer
Just hell in it
I peep the energy they bringin
Call they self demon
I'm just the man in the arena
And I heard the boos before
I just up the score
Make these niggas boo some more
Heard its never bout what you know
Its who you know, they ain't nobody
Everybody fishy, hate the smell
Keep my nose out it
Niggas dirty, walk around like they don't know bout it
Test my limit, imma show you I'm fasho bout it
Take my time with this slap
I promote violence
Like nigga, what
Put ya hands up
Boy don't stand up, sit ya ass down
Don't be playin tough
Stop playin with me, Smokey
Have some niggas hop out a van if its smoky
If I choose to send it up, its a nosebleed
One on one, shoot the fade like I'm Kobe
Don't start nothin and then press pause
Niggas in the game make select calls
Know some folks in chains tryna make a collect call
So tell me again why I need to impress y'all, bet dog
Hell if I know, wait
Why these niggas actin hard and they actually soft
Talkin bout what they on but they actions off
Full of smoke til I turn em to Asher Roth
Yeah its Coby, you know I don't be that involved
But get me hot, I'll shoot before I past to y'all
This the part where I'm supposed to relax but nah
I'm killin these niggas broad day, no mask at all
No, imma let it burn just to assure you that I'm lit
Matching energy, you don't even have to call
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
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Chill, relax
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Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill out
Chill, relax
Chill, chill