Yeah, ya'll should stayed down
Now this motherfucker gonna slay now
I'm loosing my mind running outta time
So I gotta rhyme cuz they really trying get under my lines
Like damn y'all know I'm the man with the plan
And they actin like a fan till they hear something they don't like
I don't know how to make this shit work
They really trying make me hurt?
Y'all can't throw me off my game
I ain't got the fame but I got the name
Alright now let's slow down alright?
We don't wanna get into too much of a fight
So let me explain this shit
Y'all can't rap so you dripping like tree sap
But you still trying to figure out why my shit is fire
And y'all think i'm a liar?

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At least ain't gotta ghost writer
But I'm still trying figure out if it's right or wrong
Cuz you didn't come up with it so you finna get hit like it's a one on One boxing match
I'm still trying figure out why my rhymes are so inclined to make us Realign yo spine
And that's why you can't talk to me with a straight face
You look so mad and you know yo rhymes are getting bad
And you know you had only one shot
So you blew it and you knew it so you just had to chew it up and spit It out in a drought without clout so you gonna pout now
Bitch
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I blew up like I'm TNT
Now everyone wants to rap just like me
It makes no sense cuz everyone wants a hand out
No, no, no, no, no
You can't get my hand out
If you wanna eat off my plate you gotta starve with me too
I've been threw alotta change in this past year
Soon we will meet face to face
I went from nothing
To the top
Yeah, yeah
I went from nothing
To the top
Yeah, yeah
Ohh, yeah, ohh, gang