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No competitions
Ima young nigga put in that work from 9 to 5 then from 11 to 5 machiavelli couldn’t fuck wid me
Ima beast in these streets run off every beat kill may it rest in peace
Ima nightmare have pussy niggas scared in their sheets holding on for dear life
Mess wid me you gonna pay the price even if it anit right no love fuck this shit give me a dub
These young niggas on some other shit just want hugs heard you didn’t know shooter was a monster or mon star get it
Nobody know about you or your crew posted one freestyle next hour had 200 views fuck that all my rappes are the best
If you try and put me to the test ima go off like im ron artest
Silly niggas tricks are for punk niggas and kids
Ima top of the line i get my own pick cuz i put in my own grind
Rapping against no name rappers is just a waste of time because we all know that the throne is mine
If you not YSG crew you already behind
Every since i was young i was taught never to waste a rhyme fuck that all that ima the smell of clean thats the smell of pine
All young shooter raps are fine gonna be rich like a nigga found a gold mine
You fake niggas gonna be home sipin on some noodle soup me and niggas gonna be riding in the coup
We gonna be getting money like uncle lu while your baby still blue
After this rap everybody should know what young shooter do
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