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What's up, Royce... Shoe Gang...
I'm on another one... my metaphors off the liquor
Yo I hop out the whip to hop in a cypher, some slack up and stop
But lyrically compare to Stitches, you had one wack punch to drop
Jaws drop, in all shock, rappers say "Wow he's too beyond nigga"
Don't worry, I got a band to cover your bad lines, you Lebron nigga
No really, if they need a ghostwriters then tell them it'll cost em first
Give them my email and run back to the Cavalier like LeBron return
Goodz stopped me cause he isn't good, he schemes to toy posers
He's fiend for my lines, he wanted cheese but the heater on holster
So three rounds had smoked him before he could reach the Toyota
Niggas aren't real, being fake with treachery make me fire n' squirt
But in more ways than one, it's proof you niggas'll be lying with dirt
Niggas with 40 Glocc got 40 glocks, cuz the fight option is terrible
You can't see me til you beat The Game; I'm a unlockable character
Wait, that was way slicker, but not waste liquor, shit I'm hardly bent
I'm dissing rappers, with a hint of fabrication just to start some shit
I'm taking shots if y'all calling for heads, basically I'm Harvey Dent
Did y'all catch the flip? I got to address Nuborn, it's straight insanity
Because I'd only kill Nuborn to get out these bars, Casey Anthony
Oh and Golden Flamez, you're a lame forever, your sight goes blurry
Cross'll mark his spot, it ain't no treasure when you find Gold buried
I hop in another ride, see where Porter stay, I aim some Ruger strap
His brains unite with the pavement since remains had flew and land
When there's a head left on the next street, it ain't from Google maps
I know you fake niggas n' snake bitches can't even actually see me
Get six rounds stuck in your head like you a fan of Anthony Bleakley
Trip start tripping, Ima let him trip when this shotty's getting blown
The way I be reaching is nuts, the gun is really Bonnie and Charron
I can body whoever, nobody is clever, believe I'm one hell of a guy
You get balled up since your ring lost like when Sonic fell on a spike
Niggas ain't so nice, but fuck a rhyme just close your mouth instead
Every time you try, your sheets get fucked up; you roll around in bed
You niggas never shot guns, so now I'm takin shots at the worst liars
If it's beef, Ima ride to pull up when you see me pop up, you nerds dyin'
I call my saw off pump "Paul Walker" 'cause the shotgun'll burst fire
Every time I hurt MCs, they turn burgundy, since my stained window
I been seeing through y'all true colors by y'all brushing off the pain
Wait? Stained? Win though? See thru colors, brushing off pane, okay
No? Dry response? Ironic to make a pane then you have to dry it off!!!
I spit art nigga, arthritis from art I write is like I'm so dark and violent
Battle me til my battery quits, my author mind could even spark a riot
Who wants it? This challenger'll smash your focus like a car collided
And my car had spun out of control til a 18 wheel was parking by it
Then I felt finally happy with this Yak but then the gas leak happen to...
MAKE A SPARK IGNITE AND START A FIRE, I had cough and died in.
The Yak. Amy, Royce need to stop drinking btw
I'm on another one... my metaphors off the liquor
Yo I hop out the whip to hop in a cypher, some slack up and stop
But lyrically compare to Stitches, you had one wack punch to drop
Jaws drop, in all shock, rappers say "Wow he's too beyond nigga"
Don't worry, I got a band to cover your bad lines, you Lebron nigga
No really, if they need a ghostwriters then tell them it'll cost em first
Give them my email and run back to the Cavalier like LeBron return
Goodz stopped me cause he isn't good, he schemes to toy posers
He's fiend for my lines, he wanted cheese but the heater on holster
So three rounds had smoked him before he could reach the Toyota
Niggas aren't real, being fake with treachery make me fire n' squirt
But in more ways than one, it's proof you niggas'll be lying with dirt
Niggas with 40 Glocc got 40 glocks, cuz the fight option is terrible
You can't see me til you beat The Game; I'm a unlockable character
Wait, that was way slicker, but not waste liquor, shit I'm hardly bent
I'm dissing rappers, with a hint of fabrication just to start some shit
I'm taking shots if y'all calling for heads, basically I'm Harvey Dent
Did y'all catch the flip? I got to address Nuborn, it's straight insanity
Because I'd only kill Nuborn to get out these bars, Casey Anthony
Oh and Golden Flamez, you're a lame forever, your sight goes blurry
Cross'll mark his spot, it ain't no treasure when you find Gold buried
I hop in another ride, see where Porter stay, I aim some Ruger strap
His brains unite with the pavement since remains had flew and land
When there's a head left on the next street, it ain't from Google maps
I know you fake niggas n' snake bitches can't even actually see me
Get six rounds stuck in your head like you a fan of Anthony Bleakley
Trip start tripping, Ima let him trip when this shotty's getting blown
The way I be reaching is nuts, the gun is really Bonnie and Charron
I can body whoever, nobody is clever, believe I'm one hell of a guy
You get balled up since your ring lost like when Sonic fell on a spike
Niggas ain't so nice, but fuck a rhyme just close your mouth instead
Every time you try, your sheets get fucked up; you roll around in bed
You niggas never shot guns, so now I'm takin shots at the worst liars
If it's beef, Ima ride to pull up when you see me pop up, you nerds dyin'
I call my saw off pump "Paul Walker" 'cause the shotgun'll burst fire
Every time I hurt MCs, they turn burgundy, since my stained window
I been seeing through y'all true colors by y'all brushing off the pain
Wait? Stained? Win though? See thru colors, brushing off pane, okay
No? Dry response? Ironic to make a pane then you have to dry it off!!!
I spit art nigga, arthritis from art I write is like I'm so dark and violent
Battle me til my battery quits, my author mind could even spark a riot
Who wants it? This challenger'll smash your focus like a car collided
And my car had spun out of control til a 18 wheel was parking by it
Then I felt finally happy with this Yak but then the gas leak happen to...
MAKE A SPARK IGNITE AND START A FIRE, I had cough and died in.
The Yak. Amy, Royce need to stop drinking btw
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