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[Verse 2: Heem Stogied]
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N***as is talkin' practice, my shit is played around the fuckin' atlas
I flip raps like a pissy mattress
Fly as fuck, I'm sharper than a cactus
Ready to take the planet like Galactus
Worldwide, two souls collide
Ain't nothin' changed, commit a homicide
Heem Stogied; lyrical drive-by
When I shoot everybody die
You better be ready to ask God "Why'?
When I kick this flyshit you get a cold drift
I had to learn how to move swift
Sip slow with a blunt of piff
N***as actin' dumb the .40 on my fuckin' hip
So watch the words out your fuckin' lips
Cuz I'll smoke motherfucker like some rare tips
N***a this God gifts
Thug shut and politics, Heem demolish it
You lame n***as copy shit, outta style like a floppy disc
N***as bе out the fuckin' mix, break your bones likе a fuckin' Twix
I'm tryna hit a million dollar lick
N***as is ballin' with the flick of the wrist
Everyday a n***a take a risk
Black man in this lonely land
My n***as ready to clap like a fuckin' marching band
This pure heat, bitch I got the golden hand
The man with the master plan tryna build a bigger brand
Time will tell in this wicked land
Fake n***as get buried in the fuckin' land
I'm upset makin' these n***as dance
Shoot a n***a out his fuckin' stance
I recycle like Steve Lance, I got twenty five years in my fuckin' pants
Fuck the police, them n***as can never catch me
Runnin' the game this is practice at a track meet
I'm AI, fuck a trap beat