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Fuck all that little kid shit
I’m out of school still giving lessons, this is a field trip
No yellow bus, I buss a yellow bone real quick
Been gone for so long, man y’all niggas thought I quit this?
(Hell nah) Boy in this game there is a lotta talkers
Niggas acting real, better get these imposters Oscars
You claiming that you hate me? Don’t worry I ain’t bothered
Bet you the first to be jamming from these lines just like the doctor
Erving… Boy keep up, I hope that I ain’t lost ya
Rappers dropping tracks, misguided thinking they some bombas
If so then boy I swear I must be the verbal Obama
And my pen is Seal Team 6, it’s packing hella choppas
(Murder murder) Ain’t a shooter man that’s real shit
(Murder murder) But every verse is like a real clip
(Murder murder) To your career boy real quick
(Murder murder) Y’all don’t wanna see me real pissed
Got ya family reminiscing, you are who they will miss
Thinking ’bout your best moments like a highlight reel clip
For ya broad, got female dawgs and they will hit
But I might just take your female dawg, ain’t life a real bitch?
Aww man, they saying „don’t do that nigga”
You jealous cause your girl inquire „who’s that nigga”
She know I’m that „that nigga”, am I gon’ smash nigga
Once I lay a rap for her it’s a fucking rap nigga
Wapped up nigga, talking competition and my dick
Wrapped up in your bitch and foes wrapped up in a sarcophagus
All these damn broads, how can I be a monogamist
City of the real, these bitches tittes quite the opposite
A 16 turn her to a freak, on some monster shit
17 and word play mean, my apologies
The 16 didn’t make her transform, ain’t no problem bitch
I just give her 2 more bars, that 18 will like Optimus
Woo! Man that boy just spit it hot as shit
They all so confused, is he a rapper or arsonist
What we gon’ do, man how the fuck do we stop this kid
I don’t think we can, oh my god it’s an apocalypse
Told momma ima make it, don’t intend to break no promises
She don’t see my vision still talking about that college shit
I ain’t tryna live a 9-5 up in them offices
I’m next up boy, it’s ’bout time I made it obvious
Ima a metaphor militant, far from simple my syndicate
And these rappers be spitting shit, all the same they like synonyms
Challenge me you will never win, got you choking like cinnamon
Competition don’t send ’em in, I do no want to kill again
You know damn well you feel this
Funny how the shadiest niggas claim they the realest
Hide behind them lies but their actions are so revealing
They tryna break a nigga but I gotta keep building
Thought all my niggas had loyalty built-in
Silly me for thinking the whole squad was on that real shit
Worried ’bout their hunger over eating my own meal shit
But nigga’s switch up on ya on the path to the mills quick
Look back and acknowledge but I ain’t never stressing
Cause if it ever made you happy don’t ever regret it
See everyone and everything’s a lesson or blessing
Niggas gon’ change homie, don’t try to fix it just let ’em
And a lot of people change but some never do
The one’s who change the most be the same who promised never to
Could be for the better or worse but it’s whatever dude
Just don’t let the change in someone else ever change you
But I admit I might have changed too
See, man I’m just tired of counting change fool
Tryna break bills with my niggas like how change do
And momma want that range so I’m gon get that for her brand new
They gonna hate when they see the young boy is coming up
Hop up in the game and a nigga just gotta run a much
Please relay this message to any nigga that’s running up
They way I start and finish lines they can only be runner ups
Had a Fall but best believe I gotta get back up
Heart is like the Winter, nowadays it’s hard to give a fuck
You ever talking reckless and my niggas quickly springing up
And the way that I be spitting they thinking I got the summer tucked
Hard work and prayer dawg, I don’t need no luck
Tell a hating nigga that the kid said „what the fuck is up”
If you bet against me then son you really fucking up
And when it comes to fam, man I dare someone to fuck with us
Man I’m on point, I got something to prove
I got no enemies, just some haters I knew
I took a little break but don’t turn to a fool
The king is back, no excuses man I’m ready to move
I’m leaving bodies lying, when I’m up in the booth
Got the heart of a lion, I swear that I’m the truth
And yes the name is L but I’ll be damned if I lose
Whole squad on that king shit, give a fuck about you
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