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Brett Michael interesting, you rappers boredom, and I stay with four five’s like two pairs of Jordan’s, I told ‘em I told ‘em but ain’t no one believing shit ‘til I rap this album in plastic ain’t no one conceiving shit. Got a lot of mix tapes but there’s more coming, kill it on the track and field, that’s more running, yeah, and you want talk ‘bout Friday night? I showed up photo shoot fresh, you just wore something, and you wonder why them bitches don’t holla when you tell them to, boy check your revenue, Brett Michael ahead of you, grew up in the ghetto but I was sent to private school across town, homie what you been threw? Brett Michael, King Leonitus, sick flow, that’s a syringe, hepatitis, bow down, fucking bow down or fight us, know some haters and they steady tryna bite us, but I’m just tryna reunite us, spark the love, inhale good, Got a peach dutch and a little herb I’m reunited and it feels so good, yeah I can rhyme a word with the same word, Brett Michael on some shit you never seen before, I’m on fire, I’m so out of reach, they saying I’m burning up, I’m-I’m-I’m something like a meteor, oh I meant matador, if you on some bull shit I could have the AK-47 trigger pulled quick, full clip for your whole click, Billy Madison
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