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[Verse 1]
Shoot you up like James Harden at the Garden
Leave yo face on the mothafucking milk carton
You’re a target
You’re retarded if you think I’m not the hottest around
You dudes tryna rap look like a couple of clowns
I’m the dopest like blow at least a couple of pounds
Don’t fuck with local hoes my bitch the baddest in town
Bluntly smoke a couple blunts now I have the odor
Now I’m getting money like I lost a million molars
Grinding all day so I can chill when I’m older
Stay strapped with the heater so I keep my wrist frozen
Can’t trust these bitches so I always carry Trojans
Haters talk a lot of shit like they talking from their colon
Every fucking moment I spend it chasing tokens
At the end of the day that’s all u have left
Fuck the bitches, fuck the haters, and fuck the Feds
[Hook: Royal Samo]
It’s random, is there a need for a hook? (x2)
It’s random
[Verse 2: Royal Samo]
I’m the master
The master of no disaster
If you ain’t on the court stay cheering up in the rafters
Cheering for the raptors
Cause I’m the better rapper
You light-skin bastard
Was better as an actor
Dropping Kendrick control verses
They running out of nurses
I’m running in converses’s
To rap battle some worthless
Old head that I’m versus
He had been rehearsing
Beat him with no curses
Got my money like a purchase
10% to the churches
20 for ma’s purses
Flows take down armed forces
Chilling in my forces
Gaining cash from endorses
The greatest by some sources
End the flow like divorces
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