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18:
Fuck if Ex Flip, let Ex flip, that’s a death wish
Thought he had a blessed gift, but he stretch wit, so whenever Ex present, Ex miss/X-mas
Try to box, it’s a wrap, I’ll throw bows on you
I won’t troll on you, this ain’t another Sy clone/cyclone, but I could twist flows on you
I’m able.. man, to channel insanity, I’ll carry/Carrey to your door like the cable man
You’ll get split, sitting next to the Dr./DR like Haiti land
Punches infinite, I got Shady hands, yours’ limited by poor penmanship
Think you more menacing? Fuck your time served, your bars stretching like court sentencing
18 is invincible since Morgz restored membership
Ex think he got some Clark Kent in him til this crypt on/Krypton him for that flawed, general shit, no sworn nemesis
So when I put this to your chest, call Roddy for support or hit up Symbol for hope (S on the chest)
But my middle name W, so even if they convince you that you won, they’ll still give me the votes
No ballots, but I got a butterfly that’ll fuck up your decision making
Or this machete split you at dinner; leave everything out on the table like a written statement
Cut out your lights, no missing payments, they’ll find you off shore like bank accounts in the Caymans
Or I could, in an instant make you switch your cadence with persuasion, no innovation
Strapped with the jacket like a mental patient, I air shit out like ventilation
To get your whole tribe boxed in, no reservation
If you still chiefing, I’m still eating, let the pipes loose, you still leaking
Mouth closed, but the steal speaking, leave you pale and your head bent, Ex the real Fleekan
Fuck if Ex Flip, let Ex flip, that’s a death wish
Thought he had a blessed gift, but he stretch wit, so whenever Ex present, Ex miss/X-mas
Try to box, it’s a wrap, I’ll throw bows on you
I won’t troll on you, this ain’t another Sy clone/cyclone, but I could twist flows on you
I’m able.. man, to channel insanity, I’ll carry/Carrey to your door like the cable man
You’ll get split, sitting next to the Dr./DR like Haiti land
Punches infinite, I got Shady hands, yours’ limited by poor penmanship
Think you more menacing? Fuck your time served, your bars stretching like court sentencing
18 is invincible since Morgz restored membership
Ex think he got some Clark Kent in him til this crypt on/Krypton him for that flawed, general shit, no sworn nemesis
So when I put this to your chest, call Roddy for support or hit up Symbol for hope (S on the chest)
But my middle name W, so even if they convince you that you won, they’ll still give me the votes
No ballots, but I got a butterfly that’ll fuck up your decision making
Or this machete split you at dinner; leave everything out on the table like a written statement
Cut out your lights, no missing payments, they’ll find you off shore like bank accounts in the Caymans
Or I could, in an instant make you switch your cadence with persuasion, no innovation
Strapped with the jacket like a mental patient, I air shit out like ventilation
To get your whole tribe boxed in, no reservation
If you still chiefing, I’m still eating, let the pipes loose, you still leaking
Mouth closed, but the steal speaking, leave you pale and your head bent, Ex the real Fleekan
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